Danny Phantom Novels & Stories

Everstream had felt like a secret paradise hidden from the rest of society, but Phantom's actions left all the villagers living in constant fear. Not only that, but so many innocent villagers had died because of him as well. Being the village chief of Everstream, Darren hated Phantom with every fiber of his being. He wanted nothing more than to kill Phantom and avenge the dead villagers. Thus, when he saw Phantom slip into the forest to escape, Darren rushed after him without any regard for his own safety. Cassian knew full well that Darren was no match for Phantom. He felt an even greater sense of urgency when he saw Darren disappearing into the trees. With a few quick blows, he took down t

“Red lipstick screams, look at me, I’m hot. Dark lipstick screams, look at me, and you might die. Hm. Decisions, decisions…” That’s when a knock came at my door. “Yeah, come in,” I called absently, still holding the lipsticks up to my face. The door opened, and in walked Danny. Jeans. Transparent white shirt that hugged his muscles too perfectly. That annoyingly casual swagger that said, I own this house, this room, and maybe your life too. My eyes swept him from head to toe, and I arched a brow. “Can I help you?” His lips curved into that mischievous little smile that always spelled trouble.

“Red lipstick screams, look at me, I’m hot. Dark lipstick screams, look at me, and you might die. Hm. Decisions, decisions…” That’s when a knock came at my door. “Yeah, come in,” I called absently, still holding the lipsticks up to my face. The door opened, and in walked Danny. Jeans. Transparent white shirt that hugged his muscles too perfectly. That annoyingly casual swagger that said, I own this house, this room, and maybe your life too. My eyes swept him from head to toe, and I arched a brow. “Can I help you?” His lips curved into that mischievous little smile that always spelled trouble.

She nodded and bid us goodbye. As we walked away, my mind returned to the strange feeling I had when I shook her hand. The familiarity of her grip. The way her eyes had scanned me for a brief second. It reminded me too much of Joanne. They both had that same energy. The energy you sense only from people trained to fight. People connected to the Phantom Syndicate. One of the groups we had been investigating. And now, more than ever, I hoped my suspicion was wrong. But deep inside, I knew it was not. ******* LMCD22

He looked at Alex, but he didn't see the man he loved; he saw a a liar, a phantom that wouldn't let him die in peace. "Don't... touch... me," Danny gasped, his hands flying up to cover his ears. "You’re not real. You’re a hallucination. My brain is broken. It’s all broken." Alex didn't rush him. He sank to his knees on the floor a few feet from the bed, making himself smaller, lower than the boy on the mattress. He stayed silent, letting the waves of Danny’s panic wash over him through the bond. He felt the cold, the hopelessness, and the terrifying desire for the world to simply stop.

I cut in, my voice steadier than I felt, “what do you want?” He hesitated. That hesitation told me everything. “I heard things,” he said finally. My stomach dropped. “What things?” He looked uncomfortable now. “About Frank.” Of course. “What about him?” I asked. Danny’s gaze sharpened. “Is he playing you?” I stared at him, disbelief rushing in hot and fast. “Excuse me?” “He’s got a reputation,” Danny said, frustration creeping into his voice. “You know that. He doesn’t do anything serious. He doesn’t stick around.”

I grab fur, muscle, bone…anything I can hold onto. “RUN!” I scream for the hundredth time. The wolf twists, eyes never leaving Catherine. And then… “What are you guys doing? Shooting a Hollywood action movie?” The voice cuts through everything, laughing. I whip my head around. Danny. Standing there. Alive. Oblivious. Annoying. He’s staring at me like I’ve finally lost my last brain cell. I open my mouth. Can’t he see this? Can’t he see the wolf? Can’t he see…

I couldn't stop staring at the center of the field. At Danny. He was enormous. He'd always been big, but standing there now in the afternoon sun, he looked like something that was built in a lab specifically to cause damage. Wall of muscle. Scar along his left cheek. Same smirk he'd been wearing since we were kids. Less than ten feet away from me. My jaw locked.

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

"That's outside a doctor's pay grade. I handle the healing; I don't do intel." The look in Danny's eyes changed—the social politeness stripped away, replaced by genuine respect. "Chloe, I know I'm just a guy who runs errands, but if you're cool with it, I'd like to call you a friend." He straightened up, his tone crisp, like he was finalizing a contract. "If you ever find yourself in DC—whether you're in trouble or just need backup—Danny is just a phone call away." I was going back to DC.