Danny Phantom Catchphrase Novels & Stories

'It's over… It's all over. Not only had he failed to create any cracks, he had personally built them the most dazzling stage, allowing them to deliver a perfect performance for the entire world of what a "soulmate" truly was. He did not even dare think about Claudia's wrath. 'No. The game is not over yet. One last question remains.' Like a drowning man making a final struggle, Danny prepared to ask the fifth question. Just as his lips moved to speak, his phone suddenly rang. He instinctively lowered his head to look. The caller ID flashing on the screen was unmistakable. Claudia.

I NEED to know who he is, and something tells me I won’t discover much if I approach him as Phantom Reaper. I don’t really even know who I actually am, to be honest. I never indulged in friendships or relationships with others. It’s just always been survival. The only person I had any kind of positive relationship was my mother. I don’t know my father but because of my hair color, I’m fairly certain my father was Christian Bartoa. I know he frequented the slave cells whenever he was bored, and the urge arises so it doesn’t surprise me, but I don’t intend to ever claim him nor carry his surname. The thought of actually SPEAKING to Damien makes me feel a weird sense of anxiety. I’m unsure if i

" After he finished speaking, his grip on my arms loosened slightly, as if he was waiting for me to agree. Just then, a familiar voice suddenly rang in my ears. It sounded urgent and steady, as if crossing a long stretch of time. "Carly, run! Don't look back! Run somewhere safe!" It was what the 18-year-old Ronan had shouted at me. His body had been slick with blood as he stood as a shield before me. I looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar face before me and made my decision. "Ronan." I forced a smile that looked worse than crying and continued in a trembling voice, "Let's dissolve our mate bond."

He exclaimed. “How about Zeus?” Leia chimed in. “Is he a Greek God?” I questioned. “To somebody, probably.” Leia muttered. I shook my head. “He’s too young to be a David. What about Danny?” It suits him, in my opinion. “Perfect!” Jacques cried. “Prisoner, your new name is Danny. I hope it treats you well.” Jacques nodded toward Danny, who was scratching his head in confusion. Did he not like the name? “Are you two finished?” A voice groaned beside me. I turned to see Nate glaring at us in disbelief, although I could see from the corners of his lips he was putting a huge amount of effort into not smiling.

declared Danny. I got to admit it was a keen idea but how will he bring back up if he does not know about that war that is to come? I chuckled to myself. I said war. Just then Danny burst out laughing. I looked at him as if he was a psychopath. “War really?” he said in between laugh. I made an ‘O’ shape with my mouth in realization. I said it aloud. “Well that was the plan. We need bait to draw him to our location when everything is set.” He explained.

Within the last seconds of his consciousness, Danny's mind registered Louis's voice calling before he heard chilling screams and shouting words aimed to attract more people. His words were incoherent and unintelligible to Danny at this point, he felt himself falling into the endless dark empty pit. As a farewell gift, his mind sent him one last memory of Louis's hand caressing his cheeks while looking deeply into his eyes, lips smiling sweetly at him. "Trust me?" He heard his sweet voice whisper. Indulging in the memory, Danny unconsciously reciprocated his smile and he tried to mouth his own words but a smile won the battle in the end as he laid still.

The woman spoke with a directness that was meant to convey her seriousness, but Phantom merely chuckled in response. "Let's bring this to the court, woman, that I didn't even remember the name. We'll find out who triumphs soon enough." Phantom rose from his seat, flashing a grin. "It's like punching the moon when you emerge victorious," he remarked. With a swift motion, he snatched the item his friend had left on the table and strode past the woman, leaving her in a state of shock. Phantom's hand landed on her shoulder with a weighty emphasis. The sting of the man's slap still lingered on her cheek, but it was not enough to satiate his desire for humiliation.

Danny stepped closer. “Please don't say something stupid.” I replied with a dry voice. “Avoid them, okay? Do everything possible to stay off their path.” Danny said seriously, but of a truth, Danny was someone you'd hardly take seriously. “You're telling me, to stay off the path, of some fucking humans, because they are ice hockey champions? Or because one's a geek at science?” I asked, snatching a glass of drink from the tray of a waiter who had just passed.

The one connected to my Sexy Red persona. Danny's name flashed on the screen. What could he possibly want? My hands were shaking as I grabbed the voice modulator and answered. "Hello?" I said in my altered voice. "Sexy Red, hi," Danny said, and something in his tone made my stomach drop. "Hi," I responded carefully. "I thought about everything you said," Danny continued, his voice oddly calm. "And there's something important I need to tell you. Can we meet? Just briefly. In the next ten minutes. This is very important."

“If you could, would you go back to The Hive?” “Yes, only to find one person. There has only been one person in this world who gave me a run for my money. It’s not as important to me anymore, but for a long time all I wanted to do is find the person.” Pausing he rubbed a hand against his jaw. “They call him Phantom.” A laugh left his mouth without any humor, “And people call me Ghost. The irony with the names is not lost on me.” I took a long sip of wine. Not sure how to respond. “It does seem quite clever.”