Danny Phantom Fanart Novels & Stories

"Or shower. Her hairs always kind of a mess so maybe..." "Bye, Dan, thanks again." "No problem, that's what friends are for." Danny waved his hand. "Back to this photo thing. I still don't think you're being honest. You must be getting something out of this other than a grade." "Maybe," he admitted. "I'll tell you if you promise to lay off the sister cracks." "Promise, no more wondering if your sister has a body or if she's a stick figure." "I plan on being in a few of the pics myself."

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?”