Danny Phantom X Batfam Novels & Stories

He looked entirely too entertained for someone existing this close to me while I was already in a murderous mood. “Move.” “Good morning to you too, brother” “I’m serious, Cassian.” I grunted, balling my hands. It was either that or I’d punch him. “So am I. You look like you’ve been personally betrayed by sunlight.” as he beamed, I just stared at him. Unfortunately, my younger brother interpreted prolonged silence as encouragement. “I heard about the execution yard,” he continued cheerfully while falling into step beside me. “The servants are obsessed with it already. Apparently our terrifying Lycan King spared a human”

"Yes, Danny. She is my wife and your mummy now." He frowned slightly. "But... what about mummy Brittany?" I glanced briefly at Brittany. Her lips were tight, her eyes filled with a storm I couldn't read. "She’s not my wife," I said calmly. "Lucian!" My father snapped. I ignored him. Danny turned back toward Essence, then hesitated. She knelt to his level, opening her arms with a warm smile. "Come to mummy, baby." He looked at her for a second more, then beamed and ran into her arms. She lifted him effortlessly and kissed his cheek.

That explained why his father was so cautious and asked him to bring four Shadow Guards with him. After recollecting himself, Danny noticed his subordinate's odd tone. "W-What's happening on your end—" Before Danny could finish his sentence, he heard people screaming over the phone. Everyone who had barged into Frederick's room was dead. Danny returned to the Lamberts' residence in a disoriented fashion. Just as he was about to meet Woody, he received good news. Matty had woken up. "Mr. Lambert, how do you feel?" Easton asked as he looked worriedly at Matty.

Danny was quiet for some time, deep in thought. “That fucking bastard.” He muttered the frustration clear on his face. “Tell me about it.” I mumbled too. “But don’t worry. I think I have a plan on how to save Xavier.” I said smiling at the idea. Danny frowned, his brows furrowing “You think you have a plan, or you know you have an actual plan that would work?” he asked making me grit my teeth. He knew how to be an asshole if he wanted to. “I do have a plan, but you’re going to have to trust me man. Do you think you can do that?”

Ellie had whispered to the waves the night I followed her on her fishing adventure. Danny’s eyes were brown like mine but more catlike. His nose and mouth were his mother’s. Ellie’s hair was lighter; Danny’s a dark chocolate black full of curls. Tall for his age, though looking at her family, it wasn’t a surprise. All of them over six-three—even the younger brother, Carl, still growing. Their family carried honor and tragedy stapled through its lines. “Daniel was a very brave man,” Ellie soothed, patting Danny’s back, meeting his questioning eyes with honesty. She made sure he knew it was never wrong to talk about his father. Never wrong to be proud.

Danny asks and sidesteps my fist. My swing goes wide and I launch a kick instead, catching Danny in the shin. He grunts and takes a step back. "Connor and Trish went on a much-needed vacation to the mountains," I say. "You babysitting the little one?" "Hell no. He's with my mom." Danny gets me hard in the chest and I stifle a pained oomph and swing back. "As much as I love my nephew, what would I do with a baby? Keep him up here beside me in the ring?"

He is a merciless Vampire king, who crushes everything that comes in his way. DANNY LAVENDER Name: Danny Surname: Lavender Age: 109 (26 as human age) Species: Werewolf Height: 6'1 Speciality: Able to see past and Strength Relationship status: In relation with Jamima Character: Charming, cute, playboy, possessive, strong, brave, smart, stylish.

I bit my lip hard enough to taste blood. The door creaked, and Phantom strolled in with his trademark calm, though tonight he wasn’t wearing his pristine white suit. Instead, black clung to his frame, sharp as a blade. His smile was venomous. “Well, well,” Phantom drawled, circling Damon like a predator. “How the mighty have fallen. You’re not looking so sharp, Damon.” Damon lifted his head, spitting blood onto the floor. “Go to hell.” Phantom chuckled. “Oh, we’re already there.” His voice dropped, sharp with menace. “Where’s the flash drive?”

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

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?"