Danny Phantom Complete Novels & Stories

“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.”

"W h o... a r e... y o u? D o n o t... y o u... k n o w... t h a t... t h i s... a r e a... i s... p r i v a t e... p r o p e r t y? A r e... y o u... w i s h i n g... f o r... y o u r... d e a t h?" Danny kept his face blank. "I am here to meet your alpha." "And who are you?" The man had a smirk on his face. "I am his beta." Danny told him making the man laugh loudly. "EX BETA..." He corrected him and then gave a nod to the rouges to give Danny way to the pack. Danny started the car knowing that Gavin must have gotten the news of his arrival. He suddenly felt strange not knowing how to meet his best friend and alpha that he saw dying with his own eyes.

It seemed greedy Danny had done somebody the first time since she meant him “Well, the little butterfly loves her next looking beautiful… so had time to go shopping with the girls and boom,” Danny said in between chuckles while showing her the various masks he bought for her. Shania had to say, Danny took her butterfly identity seriously. Just looking at the beautiful masks. Shani knew he must have spent a lot of money “And about that man?” She asked and walked back to Danny, the issue of Christian was still pending. Shania hated the idea of having Christian around at the club and home

Danny yelled, "Darrell you’ve got to stop watching romantic comedies.” Affronted, Darrell sat back. Jogging his chin at Danny as he demanded, “Well, what do you watch?!” Without missing a beat, Danny dryly answered, “The Blacklist.” Darrell shook his head. “Of course you do.” Danny shrugged, “James Spader is a fucking genius,” taking a drink.

He looked at Alex, but he didn't see the man he loved; he saw a a liar, a phantom that wouldn't let him die in peace. "Don't... touch... me," Danny gasped, his hands flying up to cover his ears. "You’re not real. You’re a hallucination. My brain is broken. It’s all broken." Alex didn't rush him. He sank to his knees on the floor a few feet from the bed, making himself smaller, lower than the boy on the mattress. He stayed silent, letting the waves of Danny’s panic wash over him through the bond. He felt the cold, the hopelessness, and the terrifying desire for the world to simply stop.

“What are you doing? Why are you protecting him?” I panted, relieved the onslaught had stopped. “I won’t let you kill him. He can tell me where Jack is. And…” I hesitated. Not sure that I should say the next part, but I wanted to be honest. “Danny has done many terrible things, but he was made into a monster. Just like you were. Give him a chance at redemption.” Thale’s eyes flickered, and he withdrew. “Fine. Just get away from him. My anger will not quell while you’re so close to him.”

Danny shook his head, wondering what Richard meant while the latter said, "I need the address of Red Blaze's lair and every other information you can find out about him. Please send it to me as soon as possible." Danny watched as Richard hurried out and shook his head again, "love could really make someone stupid." He took out his phone and typed in a number before dialing it. He placed the phone on his ear and waited for it to ring. When the call was answered, he said, "Black Scorpion, I have news for you." Richard called Damon and asked for them to meet again. When they did, he told Damon about everything he had learned. Damon closed his eyes, "oh no, what is going to happen?"

I stood at the entrance of the Silver Claw Pack hospital, the cold wind cutting through me. A black pickup truck slowly pulled up in front of me, the bed filled with freshly picked herbs, the scent of morning dew still clinging to them. The door opened gently, and instead of the driver, it was Danny himself. He stepped out of the truck, walking slowly with a silver cane in hand, his steps steady and strong, the cane tapping rhythmically against the ground. He didn’t ask me to get into the car, but instead, he walked towards me.

he murmured. I swallowed hard, forcing myself to focus. “How do we stop him?” Damian’s expression was grim. “You don’t.” Luca growled, his patience thinning. “That’s not an option.” Damian sighed. “The Phantom has an army. And not just any army—an army of rogues, spies, and assassins. He doesn’t fight fair, and he doesn’t leave witnesses.” A sharp pain shot through my head. “Then we need to find his weakness.”

"Revive him, I need him alive." "Yes, Sir." Dr. Danny respond respectfully, and carefully not to offend whosoever he is. I felt a chill run down my spine as Dr. Danny began to work on the man, trying to revive him. I couldn't shake off the feeling that we were in grave danger, trapped in a sinister game with unknown players.