Danny Phantom Fanfiction Novels & Stories

This was of them. ‘’Madam, he had such hopes but it was voted out. Danny wants the Grey Empire which he dreamt of building to be owned solely by the Greys so he could control most of everything and better make decisions and not just be driven by the drive to earn dividends like the shareholder.

It seems the kid had learned some caution, at least. “Boss?” Danny’s voice was young, and uncertain. “You wanted to see me?” I turned slowly, letting him sweat for a moment. He was twenty, maybe twenty-one. Scrawny. And very nervous. This was the kid who’d let Rylan escape a week ago. “Come here,” I said. Danny approached like he was walking to the gallows. His hands were shaking. I let the silence stretch, watching him squirm. Then I smiled. “Good work.”

“Now…,’ she began when the hall was finally empty, except for Fred, a hurt Alessia who was getting healed by the minutes, I bet it would take her two more minutes to be okay, Andrea and me. I ordered Andrea’s friends to take the little pup and leave the room. “Dante, it isn’t right for you to stare at me like I am a hooded criminal. I think what we need to do is to welcome me with both hands wide open because you haven’t seen for…. What was it? Years? Century?” She questioned and let an evil giggle after. “I don’t want you here, leave the same way you care and there will be no trouble,” I said taking three steps forward. Andrea looked at me in panic, but I calmed her through the mating bond.

Instead, his dad shakes hands with both me and Robert, “We’ve been waiting.” "The future Mrs. Moore," Vivian smiles at me, kindly. “It’s lovely to finally make your acquaintance, Danielle.” Cameron’s face tightens into a scowl at her words, and he looks visibly upset. He doesn’t seem to be someone who is very interested in his future mate. His parents seem happier to see me than he does. The feeling of being unwanted intensifies. “I’m sure you will adjust to our house and its rules very soon, Danielle,” Vivian says with a smile. “You’ll be sleeping in Cameron’s room ton-”

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

We had dated for years, so I already saw it as a normal thing to get him to me any time I wanted him. I waited for a while till my left foot froze. The moans hadn't stopped. I heard the voice of a lady. It came from the same room. "Fuck me just the way you tear Annie's pussy wide every Friday night," the strange lady kept moaning and I felt a thrust was forcing her to do that. "I wouldn't treat you any less," Damon muttered, his voice sending a cold chill down my spine. "But you even mistook her to be the wolf princess. Annie doesn't allow me in bed."

“If you could, would you go back to The Hive?” “Yes, only to find one person. There has only been one person in this world who gave me a run for my money. It’s not as important to me anymore, but for a long time all I wanted to do is find the person.” Pausing he rubbed a hand against his jaw. “They call him Phantom.” A laugh left his mouth without any humor, “And people call me Ghost. The irony with the names is not lost on me.” I took a long sip of wine. Not sure how to respond. “It does seem quite clever.”

"Miguel." I folded my arms across my chest, glaring at him. "What?" "You need to stop this," he said firmly. "Stop what?" I snapped, stepping over the shattered glass. "You know damn well Chadwick stole Danny from me!" "They are fated mates, Miguel," Arion corrected calmly. "You can't force a bond." "Then fuck fate!" I yelled. "Danny belongs to me!" "What if Danny is already in love with Chadwick?" Arion challenged me without any iota of respect.

“It doesn’t matter. I’m the one who did it. He doesn’t know about you.” “He doesn’t know about me? The…man…you live with?” Stunned, he was unable to believe her nonchalance. All his muscles tensed with the desire to hit her and hit her hard. His wolf saw blood red and crashed just underneath his skin. Danny gritted his teeth and fisted his hands. She saw the war going on and cocked her chin in an invitation. “Go ahead and hit me.” Down boy, DOWN. His chest heaved and he struggled against his eyes changing. He could feel them want to, but their glowing would give his sacred truth away.

He even made an imploring expression at Rey to be involved in Jaxon and the others’ escapades. However, receiving a head shake from his best buddy, Gavin, instantly felt his heart shatter somewhat. “Our friendship ends here,” he hissed, which earned him a smack in the back of the head from Connor. “Dramatic,” Rey and Jaxon mumbled at the same time. After Gavin left, Danny was about to go to the door when Jaxon asked his friend to stay in the room. “Can you just stay in Denver?” Danny looked over his shoulder at Jaxon, who clutched the pink-haired woman’s photograph. Seeing this, Danny realized that his friend was considering the possibilities that may occur after they left for Chicago.