Danny Phantom Fanfiction Crossover Novels & Stories

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.” To be continued…

My other hand balled into a fist, as I let my ice cream drop, pulling Danny along towards the exit. “The crazy desire for blood, the presence in the night, the irritated reaction to garlic…” Danny kept on muttering things as we left. I could smell the fear all over him. I turned to him, grabbing his chin and pushing his head up. “What the fuck is your problem?” I asked, as I let go of him almost immediately. “He's a vampire.” He said, his hands shaking like he was about to suffer epilepsy. “Moon Goddess,” I said under my breath, rubbing my face with my palms as I sighed. “There's no way I'd get beaten by a vampire, that thing was way too strong, and his obviously not a vampire.”

“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.

Danny was standing down the hallway. Watching us. Again. My blood boiled instantly. We locked eyes. And I knew one thing: This wasn’t over. Not even close

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 already shirtless, his messy hair brushing to a side as he looked up at me, and the girl under him was only wearing her undergarments by now, making my face heat up in embarrassment. ​“Geez, what the hell, Adriana!” he snapped, getting up and buckling up his loose belt as I walked up to him, my eyes not ripping away from the ground. ​“I, uh, sorry. I...I didn’t think you’d be doing it right now… anyways, can I borrow your phone? I want to call Draven.” ​“Are you...” He paused, glancing at the confused girl, and grabbed my forearm before turning around. “Are you crazy? He would kill us, alright? He can’t know that...”

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

“What are you doing? Why are you protecting him?” I panted, relieved the onslaught had stopped. “I won’t let you kill him. He can tell me where Jack is. And…” I hesitated. Not sure that I should say the next part, but I wanted to be honest. “Danny has done many terrible things, but he was made into a monster. Just like you were. Give him a chance at redemption.” Thale’s eyes flickered, and he withdrew. “Fine. Just get away from him. My anger will not quell while you’re so close to him.”

Mara panted, her hands involuntarily sliding into Danny’s thick, dark hair as he moved down her body. "The timeline... it could be Kenny's..."Danny asserted ​"It doesn't matter whose blood runs in his veins," Danny growled, his hands gripping her thighs, parting them with an unyielding authority. "I've claimed him, just like I've claimed you. You two are mine, so you better get that into your head." “ Remember, don’t ever let him touch you again. Else you won’t like what I might do to you,” Danny warned as he bit her ear painfully. Like he wanted her to remember this cruel part of her should she refuse to listen to him.

DANNY LAVENDER Name: Danny Surname: Lavender Age: 109 (26 as human age) Species: Werewolf Height: 6'1 Speciality: Able to see past and Strength Relationship status: In relation with Jamima Character: Charming, cute, playboy, possessive, strong, brave, smart, stylish. Danny is a werewolf and is nominated to become the future king of werewolves world. Just like Daniel, he is also adored and desired by all of the girls, the perfect guy of their dreamlands but he chooses Jamima among them all to be his girlfriend. Something is going on between him and Daniel but only the two of them know about it. Danny is a nice and gentle guy but is the total opposite of it when it comes to something he wants