Danny Phantom Crossover Fanfic Novels & Stories

"I'm falling for you, Callie. Hard and fast and completely out of control. And it terrifies me because you're Jake's daughter and I'm fifteen years older than you and this is wrong in so many ways—" "But it doesn't feel wrong," I whispered. "No," he agreed. "It doesn't." We stood there, frozen in the moment, the weight of his confession hanging between us. My heart was racing so fast I thought it might explode. He was falling for me. Dante Cross was falling for me. Then his phone rang. The sharp sound shattered the moment. Dante cursed under his breath and pulled his phone from his pocket. His expression changed immediately when he saw the caller ID. "It's your dad," he said, showing me the

“For a moment I thought I opened the portal at the wrong location.” Danny watched us with suspicious eyes, maybe he too could tell that there was something off, “You two, good?” His curious gaze jumped between me and Romeo and instead of answering him, I flew away to my room. To my safe place, ‘cause I knew he was going to tell Danny to remove his scent away from my body as he had done earlier. I didn’t want to lose his scent from my body, I wanted it on my body for a bit more. “No need to bother, I’ll take a bath.” Saying this I rushed out, clutching on to the last moment to be with his scent.

Hope stirred within him—a spark he hadn’t felt in far too long. He glanced at Jaiyana. She was still bound, her lips sealed by Maximus’s enchantment, pendant glowing faintly as if begging to be unleashed. Every scream, every howl, every death around them twisted inside Danny, a sharp reminder of how complicit he had been. I did this. I let this happen. But I can fix it. Maximus and Mahisar were momentarily distracted by a surge in the battlefield—Kaelan and Tharion had cornered a demon lord, and their feral attacks demanded their attention. Danny’s eyes narrowed. This was his chance.

But then Danny came running, screaming for his hero, and I realized my Danny was already gone. Fast forward to now... Danny pulls back from my kiss, gasping for air as if I am poisonous. I don’t mind. I just let my eyes drift past him to the man leaning against the archway. Chadwick looks like a ghost, pale skin, heavy bandages, eyes like flint. I feel a slow, jagged smirk pull at my mouth. "Leo?" Danny’s voice is a broken whisper. He is trembling so hard his teeth are practically chattering. "What did you just do? What... please, just leave. My mum..."

Danny pulled me into his arms on the bed, kissing my forehead softly. “This is just the beginning, Cassie,” he murmured. “I want you again tomorrow night.” I smiled sleepily against his chest, completely addicted. But then my phone buzzed on the nightstand. It was a message from my boyfriend. Boyfriend: Hope the gala went well, babe. Can’t wait to see you in the morning. Danny read the message over my shoulder and smirked, his hand sliding between my legs again, fingers pushing into my cum-filled pussy. “Tell him the gala ran late,” he whispered, curling his fingers against my g-spot. “Because you’re still getting fucked.”

Jane asked as she glanced and saw Stan waving over the other end of the hallway. "Why would I? It's love. We can't control it, nanny," Danny mumbled and stared at the moonlight. He gasped as he thought about the way he and his nanny crossed paths with each other. It was a small world to think that his father and his nanny were their first loves. Jane sighed as she smiled a little towards her phone. Stan sat down across her and he smiled a little as he sipped from his coffee. Jane looked down at her lap and covered the mouthpiece of her cell phone first before turning to Stan.

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?”

His soul was on the brink of something, but Danny couldn't understand; he and his soul were both too far gone to communicate with each other. Unzipping his jeans with shaking hands, Danny tried his best not to rip the damn pants off his body and shimmed out of them. The cool wood of the floor relieved him for a moment before the fever took over again. His hand slipped into his briefs, and found his aching cock. God what was happening, Danny moaned. He felt his soulmate leaving the area and he almost screamed for help. His panic was short-lived when he felt a force of nature coming full speed towards the cabin. The scent coming through the window became the air he breathed, thick, overwhelmin

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."

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.