Danny Phantom Walker Novels & Stories

“If you could, would you go back to The Hive?” “Yes, only to find one person. There has only been one person in this world who gave me a run for my money. It’s not as important to me anymore, but for a long time all I wanted to do is find the person.” Pausing he rubbed a hand against his jaw. “They call him Phantom.” A laugh left his mouth without any humor, “And people call me Ghost. The irony with the names is not lost on me.” I took a long sip of wine. Not sure how to respond. “It does seem quite clever.”

Anna's POV And just like Erica said, Danny came over with a box of pepperoni pizza and drinks. Danny was Erica's boyfriend, they had been dating for eight months and I think they were a perfect match. With his sandy blond hair, tanned skin, dimpled cheeks, sea-green eyes that seemed to glow from afar, and his infectious smile but he was shy and reserved yet somewhat easygoing. There was a certain glow of affection in his eyes whenever he looked at Erica. It was as if she held the stars within her own eyes while also lighting up the entire galaxy that is Danny Phantom.

About twenty minutes later, the dogs started barking loudly and I walked out to the porch to see what was going on. Walking up the sidewalk towards me was Danny. I stood there in shock as I watched him walk up to me with a big smile on his face. His black hair was a mess like always. His bright blue eyes were still intense and captivating but I couldn’t trust them or anything that came out of his damn mouth. I hate that I still found him attractive. “Danny…What are you doing here?” I asked in confusion. “I came to get Ivy and Jacob for dinner like you suggested,” he said in his normal deep voice.

I asked, clasping both my hands above the table. “I’ll be Caley’s date instead, I’m sure he wouldn’t mind,” Emma replied as I nodded, flitting my eyes at Mason and stared at him expectantly. “I—“ he tried to find his words before continuing, “I’m not sure who I would ask as a date.” I furrowed my brows in response. Was he trying to make me feel guilty for not choosing him? “Dude, you’re Mason fucking Walker. Everyone would die to date you,” Danny cheered him up and patted his back.

“And if our guy is right, I know that tattoo. It belongs to a group that operates out of an old warehouse near the docks.” I was already yanking open the closet, pulling on the first shirt my fingers brushed against. "How do I get there?” "It’s the warehouse near the docks." He paused, then spoke more quietly, "I’m coming with you." That froze me mid-motion. Walker didn’t do field work. He was what most would call a ghost, a voice on the other end of a line, a shadow that slipped through databases and security feeds without leaving a trace. Him offering to step into the light meant this was worse than I thought. “You sure, Walker?”

someone shrieked from a distance, snapping Rachel out of her daydream. Rachel looked up, startled. Before them stood a man in a sharply tailored suit, his tie a little too shiny, his shoes polished to a mirror-like finish. He stood with one hand outstretched toward Nicholas, but his eyes immediately locked on Rachel. “Rachel? Rachel Clarke? Is that you?!” he shouted, eyes widening in disbelief. Rachel gaped, “Oh my! Danny? Danny Walker?!” She slowly but surely let go of Nicholas’s grip and rushed forward with a joyful squeal, wrapping her arms around Danny in a tight embrace.

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.

After that he rarely appeared in public. After the death of Peter Walters, Dannie was automatically the heir to all of the Walters family's wealth. It's just that, because Dannie was only 18 years old and was deemed not capable enough to manage the company, for a time, Peter's company was re-merged with the Walters holding company with his older brother, Sony Walters as the leader. However, it seems the world is not on Peter's side. Dannie also had an accident while on his way to attend a public introduction event. Until now, the poor man is still in a coma at the hospital.

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.

Jonathan stood at the cemetery, his hands buried deep in his pockets. Geoffrey had just placed fresh flowers on the grave. Jonathan stared at the engraved name: “Danny Golden.” He watched a small ant crawl up the cold concrete. A memory flickered in his mind like an old film reel. He traveled back to a time when Danny was still alive. He had been a lively, cheerful man, and Jonathan’s father had loved him for his positive spirit. His father often said Danny was the reason he never gave up on his dreams; it was Danny's words that had helped bring the Walter building to life.