Danny Phantom Crossover Fanfic Novels & Stories

We would meet with them tomorrow and I could introduce Luna to them. As members mingle with Emma and seek her approval as their new Luna, Danny walks over and rests his arm on me. “Happy birthday cousin. You have a beautiful and kind mate”. I smile toward Emma. “She really is Dan. I don’t know how I got so lucky”. Danny had yet to find his mate but hadn’t really wanted to because of the current trafficking situation. I will admit it is nauseating to think of something happening to my mate. Adding that extra layer of stress is intense but worth it in every other way.

“No. That’s not. I’m stating the fact. You need to stop whatever you’re planning. You’re no match for me, understand?” His words chilled her to the core. She shouted to mask her fear. “Stop reading my thoughts. I hate you!” “I’ll try, Danica. But with you, I can’t always control.” That was a lie! He reached for her throat. His thumb stroked along it, in a gesture of possession. Strangely, it calmed her nerves, while arousing something else. She caught herself leaning forward and stopped. “I scare you,” he muttered, his eyes hooded. “I’d be lying if I said I entirely hated that.”

"Did he worship your body? Did he make you scream his name?" "Danny, please—" "It's Dante now. Danny died in that car crash. What's left is the Shadowking." His lips brushed her ear. "But for you, I could be Danny again." "You lied to me!" Her hands fisted in his shirt. "You let me think you were dead! Do you have any idea what that did to me?" "Do you have any idea what it did to me?" His control cracked, and suddenly she was against the wall, his body pinning her there. "To watch the woman I loved marry my attempted murderer? To see you smile for the cameras while my heart was ripped out of my chest?"

The thick silver gate trapping me was violently kicked from inside, bent and broken by brute force! The dust settled slowly. Through the dim light, the phantom of an 18-year-old werewolf in a white shirt emerged, carrying me out step by step. Stunned, Ronan turned. He came face-to-face with the nightmare that would haunt him for the rest of his life.

It was only then that I realized Lacys hand clamped together with mine. I broke free of her hold, just as Cory blocked Dani on the stairs. “Do you want to go to a party with me?” He asked her. She stepped back a second looking between me and him. And then once at the girls. “I don’t think so.” Lacy looked to me and asked again in lowered voice, “Who is that?” Dani spoke loud as she pushed Cory to the side, “I’m no one.” Then she walked past us and into the kitchen.

Vivian sighed, the sound sharp through the line. “Ms. Hart, I am Damien Cross’s assistant at work. Not his keeper. And certainly not his spy.” “I understand,” I said softly. “I was just worried.” “Well, I would love to go back to sleep now,” she replied. “Good night.” The call ended before I could say anything else. I lowered the phone slowly, the quiet rushing back in like a tide. I was about to place the journal back where I found it when the door behind me creaked open.

"Same thing." "No. It is not." --- That night, I sit on the porch. The stars are out. The air is cold. The world is dark. Damon is inside. He is in the study. He is writing. The blue notebook is open on his desk. His hand is moving across the page. I do not know what he is writing. I do not ask. I think about what Dr. Cross said. Good things do end. Good things also come back. That is the system.

This is Danny. Our lips meet and I pump my hips, slamming into her—melding our bodies into one. I swallow her cries. I’m not gentle. I can’t be right now. Her nails dig into my shoulders as her body tightens around me. She twists her head and dislodges our kiss. “Van,” she cries into the room. It’s the sexiest sound I’ve ever heard. “Come for me, Danny girl.” My voice is ragged. She lets go. I let go.

She crosses her arms over her chest, pouting slightly. Just as I’m about to retort something, Danny reappears behind me. “Oh! How about we go to Coney Island after the Arcade?” “Coney Island? Are you serious?” I groan, but as I lay my eyes on Nerthus, my heart skips a beat. Her face wears an expression that I have never seen before. “Coney Island?” she asks in a whisper. “Yeah,” Danny says, throwing his bag onto the counter of the kitchen island. “Do you like it?”

If Stefano got the information that he needed and nothing was amiss then he would be able to rest. Valerie's mind wandered to Dracaryx, whenever he was around Dracaryx, Valerie couldn't keep his hands to himself and Dracaryx that fiend loved it. And the bond which had throbbed painfully had stopped doing so since he reunited with Dracaryx. Valerie did not fully understand the whole fated mate thing but he had a long time to figure it out, it wasn't like he was dying anytime soon, it scared Valerie that eventually all his loved ones, Dante, Geremia, his men in the guild would die and he would still remain here. At least he would have Dracaryx to keep him company, he thought to himself. A WEEK