Danny Phantom Comic Novels & Stories

I know throughout the upcoming months seeing her grow our babies will finally hit the nail in the coffin, she will definitely own my heart. I drop Layla off at home making sure ten men are guarding the property. Andre just called and said that Dante De Luca is at Black Phantom another night club I own. Dante is the capo of the Italian mafia and is the same age as me, we've known each other since we were kids and have been close friends since. Arriving at Black Phantom I cut the long line and get in. Heading up to my office I can see that Dante's made himself at home. Drinking my expensive liquor with his feet propped up on the table.

“Red lipstick screams, look at me, I’m hot. Dark lipstick screams, look at me, and you might die. Hm. Decisions, decisions…” That’s when a knock came at my door. “Yeah, come in,” I called absently, still holding the lipsticks up to my face. The door opened, and in walked Danny. Jeans. Transparent white shirt that hugged his muscles too perfectly. That annoyingly casual swagger that said, I own this house, this room, and maybe your life too. My eyes swept him from head to toe, and I arched a brow. “Can I help you?” His lips curved into that mischievous little smile that always spelled trouble.

But his silence was sad, crushing whatever hope I had left. " Five..." Damon’s voice was laced with amusement. He was enjoying this, watching me break, watching Alex falter. Then, out of nowhere, a figure crashed into Damon, sending him across the floor. It was Phantom, the final member of the Prime Order. Damon hit the ground hard, clearly caught off guard. Phantom’s entrance was so sudden that even the shadows Damon controlled flickered for a moment, losing their form. “Couldn’t let you have all the fun without me,” Phantom said.

Danny was now balancing on a tight rope, one wrong move and his ending would be inevitable. Danny drew his lower lip between his lip as he thought for a moment, before a look of sheer determination transformed his face. “If that’s what it takes,” he gave Nate a sharp nod, “then I will do it. Before me is my Queen, not Skylar. I want to prove my loyalty to you, Luna.” His eyes bored into mine, allowing me to observe the sincerity in them. Nate abruptly clapped his hands together. “Excellent. Maddie?” Maddie shuffled forward whilst rummaging in her pocket, before pulling out the now familiar clear vial. Danny’s eyes surveyed the pink liquid as he took the vial from Maddie’s grasp, before he ga

Their cold, dead stares sent a clear message. Danny wasn’t bluffing. And I had just walked straight into the lion’s den. “If you didn’t… then who did?” I asked, my voice embarrassingly unsteady. Danny leaned back in his chair, completely unfazed. “I don’t know. Looks like you’ve made more enemies than you realized.” I studied his face, trying to decide if I should believe him. Danny wasn’t the type to lie—at least, not without reason. And what would he gain from attacking me? I still owed him money, and my mother’s house was already listed as collateral.

“You remember a guy that would come in and see you when you worked? You would only ever really speak to him. No one else held your attention in that place, well apart from Dylan. This guy would order black coffee and …” “French toast with fruit salad on the side with streaky bacon and maple syrup and eggs.” I say, and his smile gets bigger. “So you do remember. I’m Danny. I have watched you for five years, Rebel. I have been in love with you from a far. I knew who you were when you started to protect me. It was never my intention to drag you into this and for that, I’m sorry. Dylan and I want to be with you. It is wrong for us to ask you to choose. We are all the same. We all want the same t

“I’m glad I got one.” “Good for you.” Danny smirks, leaning back in the tub, enjoying the warm water as it soothes his muscles. Tomorrow is going to be a long day. "See you in the afterlife, Mary. In hell, maybe." He lets out a quiet laugh, his lips curving into a smirk. But his eyes remain empty. Exhausted. "Loving someone is really hard."

Kaelan’s eyes glinted gold once more, not with intimidation this time, but with quiet solidarity. “I am wolf.” Danny’s eyes widened, though he forced himself to remain still, praying this wasn’t some cruel trick. Panic surged in his chest, heat flooding his skin as though it might betray him, even as he fought to keep his face composed. In the span of minutes, everything had shifted. The ground beneath him felt less certain, as if the world he thought he knew had tilted on its axis. For the first time, Danny saw himself not as a solitary secret-keeper, but as part of something larger, older, and far more dangerous than he had ever imagined. His eyes were open now, whether he wanted them to b

Danny heard a series of explosions from the hotel lobby. His eyelids fluttered. He frowned anxiously. Soon, there was dead silence upstairs. Danny hesitated for a long time before finally making up his mind. He slowly walked upstairs. By the time he reached the thirteenth floor, he was out of breath. However, he stopped breathing altogether when he saw the scene in the corridor. The corpses on the ground were all bleeding profusely, and they included the Shadow Guards' corpses.

I bit my lip hard enough to taste blood. The door creaked, and Phantom strolled in with his trademark calm, though tonight he wasn’t wearing his pristine white suit. Instead, black clung to his frame, sharp as a blade. His smile was venomous. “Well, well,” Phantom drawled, circling Damon like a predator. “How the mighty have fallen. You’re not looking so sharp, Damon.” Damon lifted his head, spitting blood onto the floor. “Go to hell.” Phantom chuckled. “Oh, we’re already there.” His voice dropped, sharp with menace. “Where’s the flash drive?”