Danny Phantom Phantom Novels & Stories

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."

Me: I want you here inside in the next two minutes. Danny: Coming, bro. I ended the call chugging on my drink when someone tapped on my shoulder. I turned to spot Danny, and he sat on the barstool next to me and ordered his drink. He took the first sip. “So, where is your Indian bitch? I am dying to meet her!” He asked, his eyes roaming around, and finally stopped at someone. Before I could say something, he rose from the barstool and sprinted towards Mishka.

***ZANE'S POV*** "Zane? Oh damn it, Zane!" I hear a familiar high screech call out and as I open my partly swollen eyes, I see them. London and Dante. My world in here and I am chained like a dog to a fucking wall with a collar on my neck. "Honey? Are you hurt? Please tell me you are okay," I cry out as baby Dante stares at me with confusion, his face a mixture of fear and baby eyes.

he said and finds a seat around the place. Danny walks into his room. He is quite happy, 'at least I would have a great day,' he retorted and quickly walked into the shower. He switched on the shower and in no time, his body is filled with water. After a thorough watch, he quickly dry his body and walk out of the bathroom. He robbed his body with a cream and have a beautiful blue shirt with an awesome trousers. He wears a black shoe. Immediately he is done, he walks out of his room with his face all lit.

"For an A-tier Malevolent Phantom, your hunting methods are laughably sloppy. Compared to the others I've encountered, you're way behind." Daphne scoffed and rolled her eyes. "Ugh. I'm just trying to feed myself. Why waste time? And let's be real. You humans never really care how lowlifes like them die." Then, she stood up, her expression more serious. "Looks like I'm no match for you. But you'd better not lay a finger on me, because I'm the younger sister of an S-tier Malevolent Phantom. If you kill me, my sister will lose her mind, and she'll take down anyone in her path. You ready to deal with that kind of fallout?"

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

I said, smiling widely. “That’s really good news, cupcake,” Damien said with a proud look on his face. “Wait, don't you know Phantom?” I asked. They were really big and since Damien was familiar with almost every important business owner, it was only normal for him to know them, that’s if they’re not collaborators already. “I don’t,” Damien said as he took a bite of his steak. “Really?” I asked in disbelief. “Are you sure?” “I don’t, really. I may have heard about them a few times, but that’s it,” he said. “So tell me, what are your plans for the next couple of months? Any target?”

Gareth says with a gleam in his eyes. I don’t let anything show on my face, no confusion, no surprise, nothing. I wait for him to make his next move. Anticipating it’ll be a punch to the face, he can’t kill me, I realize that. Danny wants me for a reason, a reason unknown for now. I think about Creed all of a sudden, looking towards him frantically. There he is. Still in all of his dragon glory, killing one after another, his scales are smoking, burning off all the blood that lands on him.

Danny's POV The cabin of the car felt like it was shrinking, the air thick with the smell of expensive leather and the terrifying ozone of Chadwick’s rage. I was still holding the burner phone I had snatched from him. "Give me the phone, Danny," he said, his voice a low, vibrating hum that I felt in my teeth. "No!" I shoved it against my chest, right under my silk shirt. "You aren't killing anyone tonight. You are insane and you have a warped sense of humor."

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