Danny Phantom Crossover Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Anna's POV And just like Erica said, Danny came over with a box of pepperoni pizza and drinks. Danny was Erica's boyfriend, they had been dating for eight months and I think they were a perfect match. With his sandy blond hair, tanned skin, dimpled cheeks, sea-green eyes that seemed to glow from afar, and his infectious smile but he was shy and reserved yet somewhat easygoing. There was a certain glow of affection in his eyes whenever he looked at Erica. It was as if she held the stars within her own eyes while also lighting up the entire galaxy that is Danny Phantom.

Tobias went to confirm that Charlie had really died, then he howled to signal that the fight was over. “ Well…that was…anti climatic” Danny mumbled while brush the dirt of his shirt, but I could see him shaking. I gave him a big hug. Danny wiggled, “Oh my goddess! Get off! You said you would come back, but I almost watched you die, idiot!” He shoved me away scowling, suddenly acting like he wasn’t begging me to escape with him a while back. I saw Phoenix tense up from the corner of my eye, I gave him a look. I will not let him attack my brother.

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 has to be behind our inability to find an investor. . Before I can grab the doorknob, Camila’s front door is opened—leaving my hand hanging in the air. The face that greets me is not the one I was hoping to see. “Hello, Lilah,” Danny says, smiling. But I can tell it’s fake, even though the only light source is the moon. Danny is dark-skinned. His black hair is styled in a low cut, and he has a beard. The Dolce & Gabbana suit he’s wearing does little to hide his muscles. I’d be lying if I said he wasn’t ripped. To sum it up, Danny is a gorgeous man, but even with all his handsomeness, he is the worst romantic partner I have ever met—except Beau if I’m including that horrible human being in

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

Danny was quiet for some time, deep in thought. “That fucking bastard.” He muttered the frustration clear on his face. “Tell me about it.” I mumbled too. “But don’t worry. I think I have a plan on how to save Xavier.” I said smiling at the idea. Danny frowned, his brows furrowing “You think you have a plan, or you know you have an actual plan that would work?” he asked making me grit my teeth. He knew how to be an asshole if he wanted to. “I do have a plan, but you’re going to have to trust me man. Do you think you can do that?”

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.

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.

During the time a girl was confessing her feelings to me, Kyra was there to scare her away with a grim look. For my eighteenth birthday, Kyra lit up the night sky over the river with fireworks. Amid the falling lights, Kyra blushingly plucked the courage to kiss me and made a solemn promise. “Rhys, I’ve got your back for the rest of your day. Just be my forever worry-free prince.” At the time, I thought I was the happiest person alive. However, my world shattered into pieces when Danny showed up in our lives with a DNA test result. Dressed in a pair of washed-out, faded jeans, Danny stood awkwardly in the living room.