Danny Phantom Danny Fenton Novels & Stories

He said as he tried to control his breath. Hearing that, I put aside my bat that has been dyed red with his blood. I took a chair and sit in front of him, waiting for him to speak. "M-My real n-name is D-Danny. I-I'm not Chi-Chinese, I'm British. I-I came he-here to s-seek job un-until she found me." He pauses to catch his breath once again, blood drips down from his chin to his pants. I nod and ask him who 'she' is. But he stopped, his body slightly trembles as I ask him once again who she is. It seems she is someone who he fears more than respect.

“Mr. Danny… is it?” Dan glared at the tall, lean man like a clumsy shophouse to an elegant skyscraper. "I don't know what business you have with the stupid girl. But she's no longer Rum’s assistant. So get all your asses out of here!" Ellis stepped forward, his chin held high in a regal manner, his usually brilliant gaze narrowed to the fierce glare of a beast. “Mr. Danny….” His voice was so low and threatening, it made the hairs on my arms stand. “Ever heard of Lykostan?”

he murmurs with a shrug and a sad puppy expression, "Not to brag, but everyone always likes me. And Hope is so close to you, it would be ideal if Farrow and I were good friends. Every time we've been on a double date I dread being left alone with him because he shuts off his niceness the second you're not around. He turns scary.” "He's just bad with other men," I try to explain, but Danny is still pouting, "It's not personal at all. But, hey... if you want to, we can just force him to be your friend." "And you think that would work? He could just fake it for your sake and still hate me in secret," he says, taking a deep breath, "Which sucks because I think he's a cool guy. And I've been thin

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?”

The face that greets me is not the one I was hoping to see. "Hello, sweetie pie," 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 Jacob if I'm including that horrible human being in the running, too.

Its ears had stood up straight, searching for the source of the sound, slowly breathing through its muzzle as its eyes searched round in the darkness and the woods for the one who made such sound It still had a Mark on its claws. The other had shifted back to his human form, and his pain had increased with his shifting process. He was weak beyond imagination. The Phantom was a powerful beast that night, and his strength had failed him when it came to fighting such a monstrosity. It searched until its eyes had caught the sight of something hidden within the trees. It intentionally reduced his breath, breathing slowly while it strained its eyes deeply into viewing what it had suspected to be t

I flinched, clutching my blanket tighter around myself as I hurried over to the front door, half-hoping and half-dreading that it might be Lorcan. When I pulled the door open though, my heart sank. A tall man in a grey three-piece suit stood in the hallway, holding a black shopping bag. He stared at me for quite a bit like he was evaluating me before adjusting his glasses. "Good morning, Mr. Theo," the man said, bowing his head slightly. "My name is Fenton. I am Mr. Armoni's personal assistant." "Oh," I stammered, stepping back slightly. "Uh, hi. Is... is Lorcan with you?"

"But since Finn's grudge is specifically against you, maybe you should take the lead on this one." Danny nodded grimly and started scrolling through his contacts. I watched as he made the first call, his voice taking on a tone of authority I rarely heard from him. "Minister John? It's Danny Knight. I need a favor... Yes, sir, I know it's late, but this is urgent."

Jenson bowed respectfully to Phantom. "Hello, Phantom. It's good to see you. This is the son-in-law I mentioned before, Dwight." Dwight looked calmly at Phantom, his expression unreadable as he greeted, "Hello, Phantom." Phantom's gaze was cold, his eyes sizing up Dwight from head to toe. "So you're Jenson's son-in-law?" Dwight nodded. "Yes, I am." Phantom continued to study Dwight for a moment, then suddenly said, "I swear I've seen you somewhere before. Have we met?"

"But since Finn's grudge is specifically against you, maybe you should take the lead on this one." Danny nodded grimly and started scrolling through his contacts. I watched as he made the first call, his voice taking on a tone of authority I rarely heard from him. "Minister John? It's Danny Knight. I need a favor... Yes, sir, I know it's late, but this is urgent."