Danny Phantom Novels & Stories

DON VITO SOME YEARS AGO, “Bring her in.” “I hope you did a neat job. No one saw you?” “Not at all,” Danny answered. Danny is one of my secret agents who does dirty jobs for me. Smuggling, Kidnapping, Murdering. He was good, sharp, and fast. He was the right person to do this job. I know how much Antonio loves and protects his sister. I already had him disoriented after I made one of my men at his place steal the suitcase.

He had taken Rhodes' golden boy hostage in one swift move, triggering an all-out conflict with Blumedale's top brass. Antonio's heart pounded harder than it had in years. He thought Andrew was not just dangerous—he played the game at a level that made seasoned veterans break into cold sweats. Andrew glanced at Dylan and Natasha. "There's a guy from Blumedale's underground scene who goes by Phantom Eye. You two know anything about him?" Dylan's face went pale. "What? Kenny actually called in Phantom Eye? That maniac?" Natasha's expression turned serious. "Darling, Phantom Eye got his name because of his missing eye—one of them is completely blind. No one knows his real name, especially us low

Then Black charcoal says “Its up to you, Orange Fire to chose the remaining monsters for the five spots that still need filling.” Slowly Orange Fire walks to the front, and stands beside Black Charcoal. “Thank you.” He says, “Okay I would like to take Pinky.” Who is a shiny Pink monster that is quite new? “Pixar.” is a very well trained monster. “Lannister.” is a blood red monster that had recently been killed and come back because they used the wrong weapon. “Fries.” A monster who sort of looks like a French fry steps forward too meet the other monsters “and clips.” Clips is a new monster and is one of the largest monster I have, he also has massive claws. So he will do well in this operati

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.”

It was war smelling the mate bond. I thought the bond was dead. “You smell like power now,” he growled. “Like storms and the moonlight. What really happened to you?” I stood tall, refusing to hide my body. “I survived. I was what you tried to kill.” Damon’s jaw dropped. For the first time, I felt pain appear right in his eyebrows. “I was wrong, Annie. Cassandra lied to me. I only allowed pride and fear to make me throw away the best thing in my life… my coming Luna.”

His face was a mask of soot-stained stone, his jaw set so tightly that the muscles near his ears twitched with every stride. Behind them, Danny walked in the center of their small perimeter. He was wrapped in a thick, navy wool blanket Scarlett had pulled from the library sofa, his hands buried deep within the folds, his face exceptionally pale. His cipher-brain—the brilliant, hyper-analytical mechanism that had spent the last twenty-four hours decoding a dead architect’s geometric riddle—seemed to have gone entirely offline, leaving behind nothing but a tired sixteen-year-old boy who wanted to know when the dark would stop.

My eyes flung open, settling on the very man I had seen earlier, only his cap was gone, and he was dressed as an attendant, standing with some drinks in his hands, his face cold as it settled on Danny, who hadn’t noticed him because he was busy on his phone. “Dante,” I whispered, my voice barely audible. “You are so desperate, already told you he is rotting in hell,” Danny replied without looking up from his phone. “Hello, Danny,” Dante said, his voice smooth, almost pleasant, as if he was greeting an old friend across dinner instead of standing over a flight. “Dante,” Danny muttered, his eyes widening, his phone slipping from his hand. Before Danny could shake off his shock and grab his gun

Zuck asked with a raised brow and based on the tone of his voice, it seems that he doesn't have any plan of getting out of the car. "Because I don't need a distraction right now," I replied and turned on the car engine. "Nah! I don't think I'm a distraction, I am the son of a notorious mafia boss in the Philippines which means I can help you, you amateur assassin." Zuck said and laughed softly, it looks like I can't really stop him anymore and Drew's car is starting to move now so I have no choice but to tag Zuck along.

She nodded politely and put a little smile, she didn't know who was the man that standing in front of her. "Ah sorry I forgot you lost your memory, if it wasn't for watching the news, maybe I wouldn't have known, let's get reacquainted, I'm Danny," Danny held out his hand to shake Leah's, his face smiling kindly. Leah hesitantly shook Danny's hand, she couldn't trust everyone who claimed to be her acquaintance.

I wondered what her story was. “She traps people in her snare.” She elaborated, “That’s what fae fairies are good at. Inside the prison, her mind games won’t work but out here, I can’t say much. I’m Danny by the way. You’re the Russian vampire who stole blood bags from the hospital you worked at, right? Pleased to meet you.” “Same here, I guess? What did you do?” I blurted out. “Oh, I wiped out a group of werewolf hunters.” She said casually like she’d just dropped a few biscuits in her tea.