Danny Phantom Fic Novels & Stories

“You’re talking to ghosts again.” Aiden didn’t look up. “You ever notice ghosts never stay dead around us?” Dante came closer, dropping into the chair opposite. His shoulder was still bandaged, but he moved like someone pretending he wasn’t hurt. “You’ve been awake all night.” “So have you,” Aiden said. “I keep waiting for the other shoe to drop.” “It already did. We’re just pretending not to hear it.” For a moment, their eyes met, the air between them stretching taut with everything unsaid: exhaustion, attraction, fear. Dante looked away first. “We could still disappear, you know. Leave the packs behind. Go south. Let the Council chase shadows.”

Phantom said. For a moment, the tension in the room shifted. Phantom had brought with him a glimmer of hope, and I was desperate for anything to stop this nightmare. But it wasn’t over—not yet. Damon quickly recovered, a snarl escaping his lips as he stood, summoning his shadows once again. The room grew darker and his energy surged.

she asked, trying to steer the conversation away from her lack of LGBT awareness. "You seeing anyone, Danny?" Jayce shouted across the room. Danny looked up from his conversation with Sam and his half-eaten mound of cake. The guy was skinny, but he could pack it away. He shook his head, blushing lightly. "I think he has a little crush on someone not so far from here," Jayce said. "Which is good for me. He followed me about like a lost sheep for bloody ages."

Zach gave them a small wave of gratitude, then went to see how he could comfort his mate. “You’re not going to be like that, are you?” Danny grabbed Alex by the waist and pulled her close to him. He nestled his face down in the crevice of her neck and breathed in deep. Her smell and the emotional state around her made him even more excited than he was when he first came into the room. “Do you wanna go upstairs?” He waggled his eyebrows at her and began to walk her backward out of the room. Alex let out a small giggle right before his mouth captured hers in a state of urgency. ***

Dante I couldn’t avoid Danny for the rest of the day. Eventually, I saw him when Romiro added a pile of work for me to do. As much as I was upset, there was really nothing I could do, and that even made it all the more worse. “Hey, you, I have been looking all over the place for you,” Danny said. “I took a short break,” I lied. After parting ways with Autumn with the agreement to meet later tonight, I didn’t go back to Romiro. Instead, I walked around aimless, meanwhile, trying to avoid Danny because I couldn’t think of an excuse to give him.

The thick silver gate trapping me was violently kicked from inside, bent and broken by brute force! The dust settled slowly. Through the dim light, the phantom of an 18-year-old werewolf in a white shirt emerged, carrying me out step by step. Stunned, Ronan turned. He came face-to-face with the nightmare that would haunt him for the rest of his life.

"Did he worship your body? Did he make you scream his name?" "Danny, please—" "It's Dante now. Danny died in that car crash. What's left is the Shadowking." His lips brushed her ear. "But for you, I could be Danny again." "You lied to me!" Her hands fisted in his shirt. "You let me think you were dead! Do you have any idea what that did to me?" "Do you have any idea what it did to me?" His control cracked, and suddenly she was against the wall, his body pinning her there. "To watch the woman I loved marry my attempted murderer? To see you smile for the cameras while my heart was ripped out of my chest?"

The one connected to my Sexy Red persona. Danny's name flashed on the screen. What could he possibly want? My hands were shaking as I grabbed the voice modulator and answered. "Hello?" I said in my altered voice. "Sexy Red, hi," Danny said, and something in his tone made my stomach drop. "Hi," I responded carefully. "I thought about everything you said," Danny continued, his voice oddly calm. "And there's something important I need to tell you. Can we meet? Just briefly. In the next ten minutes. This is very important."

She drank half the bottle, her mind still flooded with images of Richard jerking off, her own gushing orgasm, and how she loved being naked in front of the older, blind man. She touched herself again, but found that, although it felt great, she needed more. She wished Gary was home. She wished he was on top of her, his weight pinning her down. She longed for his familiar penis to drive into her. She pictured him staring intently down at her as he penetrated her. Her ringing phone interrupted her reverie. It was Gary. "Hey Danny!" Gary's voice was faint, but still audible. "Oh, Gary! I miss you!" Danielle was feeling emotional from the wine.

His cock twitched traitorously in his sweatpants. Later that night, after Damien had gone to shower, Elias couldn’t take it anymore. He lay on his bed, hoodie pushed up to his chest, sweatpants shoved down just enough. His hand wrapped around his hard, leaking cock, stroking slowly at first, then faster. His eyes were closed, breath coming in soft, desperate pants. In his mind, it wasn’t some vague fantasy, it was Damien’s strong hands pinning him down, that deep voice growling filthy things into his ear while…