Danny Phantom Crossover Novels & Stories

He shuddered at the thought of the vampires, he had refused to believe that vampires still existed until he had seen Dracaryx and the others. The door to the room opened and Dracaryx walked in. Dante immediately went on his knees. Dracaryx walked up to him and patted his head. "Good boy." he praised him. "Thank you master" he answered. "Stand up" Dracaryx ordered him.

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.

You need to get here ASAP and bring Danny he's the only one who could hold Titan down. "oh shit." I muttered "What?" Danny asked. "So don't flip out and remember you can't have pups with me if you kill me." I began "What?" he asked cutting me off mid sentence. "Here." I gulped handing over my phone. He read the text and anger flashed in his eyes. He was about to speak when another text pinged on my phone and he read that. " Sasha open a ghost road now." he growled. "Okay but you need to put on shorts." I gulped

“Yes, sir.” “Good, do what you have to do, Danielle. There and back.” “Just like a hobbit,” Dannie replied. He gave her a confused look. Dad clearly didn’t read the book or watch the movies. Or maybe Kandrea was rubbing off on her too much. “Forget it. Go and come back, easy peasy.” She held out her hands for Balric and Cass. Dannie also learned she could take others with her when she shadow traveled, as long as they were touching.

Damon crossed the floor, running a critical eye over every detail; the lighting, the projection angles, the placement of the CrossTech insignia. Everything was under control. Just as he liked it. But somewhere, in the back of his mind, the thought remained. ShadowByte is out there. And when Damon Cross wanted something, it was only a matter of time.

“Yes, there is Mr. D. O., a subordinate servant.” "You mean the one with the eyes of the owl." Damontry said, laughingly dragging her eyes down. Mary chuckled, "Yeah." "Okay then I'll go now, see you later." Mary nodded before returning to work. Damontry went out to find the royal vestibule standing in which were some men dressed in black and gray, and she glimpsed someone she knew. "Danny!". Danny turned to her and she didn't think she would miss him so much. "Oh, Monterey, did you know about your assignments."

“Casey, you need to be careful. If you’re seeing him in your dreams, it means he’s trying to reach you. That’s no ordinary man you’re dreaming about.” “What do you mean?” I whisper, my heart racing at the warning in his words. “Who is he?” Danny takes a deep breath, his jaw tightening. “I don’t know who exactly, but if his eyes are violet… then he’s not from around here. Not from any pack I know of. And if he’s calling you his mate…” He trails off, looking around as if he’s afraid someone will come in and accidentally hears us. He said he knows packs. What does that mean? He turns to me, and the look on his face tells me he’s debating whether to say more.

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

She'd been right about Paoli. He was an honest-to-God blood sucking vampire. Not really alive, but not dead. He was undead. There was no telling how many innocent people he'd killed. Well, she wasn’t about to be added to his numbers. She jerked the gaudy silver cross from her pocket and shoved it against his forehead.

“I still can’t make up my mind if I wanna fuck you here or upstairs.” “You ain’t fucking me nowhere, Haunter. Make love? Wherever you feel like it, whenever you feel like it.” “That sounds so vanilla.” “Vanilla? Take off your glasses and I’ll show you vanilla.” * ** THE END **