Danny Phantom Public Enemies Novels & Stories

In his private dark, Aiden saw Danny on the day they met. A windy Tuesday in Casino. They had decided on a pub in case either one of them ended up being a psycho. Both men lined up a ‘just in case bail-out call’ from a friend should things go pear shaped—not that either admitted this up front, though later that night, when it became apparent things were going well, they spilled their secret and switched off their phones. Danny: the skinny white dude with the crooked smile, who came across as vulnerable whilst acting tough, with shadows in the edges of his jokes, a wounded-quality Aiden found really, really hot.

I squinted at him. “I’m sorry,” I said, “do I know you? You look familiar.” He grinned. “I’m Danny Fox. I’m an actor.” Donatello looked him up and down. “Oh, you’re in that show about the baseball player.” “Yeah.” “Great show,” he said, “you’re a very talented young man.” “Thank you,” said Danny, “you’re a very important guy, Donatello Vitore. You own half of New York. I saw the article about you on Forbes. Those Eco-Friendly apartments that your building are going to be the way of the future.”

Xyrus said, his voice dangerously low as he stared directly into his enemy’s eyes. Danny stood up so fast his chair flew backwards. He lunged across the table in an attempt to grab Xyrus's shirtfront. Xy slowly stood, meeting the man’s stare, ready to wipe the floor with him all over again with plenty of witnesses to prove who the real aggressor was. “I’ll kill you, you son of a bitch. I’m going to make you pay. She’s never getting away from me. She can run, but she can’t hide. Ask her, she’ll tell you I always find her,” Danny said.

Claire P.O.V Danny has been the Beta and Ethan Randall's right-hand man for nearly two decades. It's quite the perk for Danny; besides being the Beta, he knows the ins and outs of the money-printing business owned by the Alpha, the ruler of The Silver Fire Pack. Danny didn't answer my question immediately. He just stared at me with his light brown eyes—warm and bright colours, especially in the summer. "Is it because the Alpha already has a fiancée that this is bugging you?"

"I'm just surprised. Although you're disciplined and enjoyed JROTC, it sounds like you have a thing for criminals." "I do not!" "Daphnie, mafia bosses are criminals, Batman is considered a criminal, Darth Vader is a criminal, and Phantom of The Opera is a criminal." "How dare you say that about Batman," I said coldly while crossing my arms with a poker face. "Okay, I'm sorry." Adam tugged at my arm, trying to get my hand back. "Well, if you think I'm only into criminals, you better change out of that outfit," I said teasingly.

Like two behemoths, they collided, and the green grasses on the ground fell victim to their battle. Mark rushed after the phantom, his feet, and his hands aiding his movement, while his fangs were exposed toward the other. He tore the phantom with his claws, causing the other to stagger, while he still had his large shoulders to push the phantom to the ground. He growled at its face, showing off his strength. His pride was subdued by the counterattack of the phantom when the phantom arose from the ground and speared him off from the ground onto the ground. The phantom was on him, his fangs driven into Mark's neck, which caused the other to growl loudly. He drove his claws into the Phantom's

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."

He sounded as if she were his real fiancée! “Fake fiancée!” she reminded him, glancing at his handsome profile. With his killer looks, he could have any woman drooling at his feet to be his girl, whether fake or real. Then why was he hell-bent on involving her in this mess? “Don’t harp on it or we wouldn’t be able to convince Cadence’s dad, Bill Phantom, the leader of the Black Phantom MC gang.” A tremor went up Amelia’s spine at the mention of the name. How was Matteo so cool about it when her heart was already constricting with fear?

Danny studies my face carefully before continuing. “Everybody’s been lying to you. Me. Clinton. The school. All of us.” I stare at him. There’s something strange in his expression tonight. Usually, Danny carries himself with this arrogant confidence that makes you want to punch him sometimes. Tonight, he just looks tense. Almost desperate. “We’re not who we told you we are.” I raise an eyebrow. “What does that even mean?” He hesitates. Then finally— “We’re werewolves.” The silence afterward lasts two seconds before laughter bursts out of me.

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