Danny Phantom X Dan Novels & Stories

Dan promised to breathe heavily. "Until then, you have to lick my feet to achieve what you want while I'm the boss now," the voice mockingly replied. "Ben!" Dan yelled and the line went dead which left him in suspense.

Will Dante help me? ******************************************

******** Meanwhile, At Sterling city military base,Mark had arrived at the parking garage to see Richarlison and some other officers dragging Danny out of the G-Wagon military car. Mark was completely shocked when he saw him.. "Danny?" He called out, freezed in shock. He looked to be just a slight, a paler, new version of the Danny he knew, with thinning brown hair and the Blackthorn eyes, half-hidden behind spectacles. "Danny" he called out again as he got closer. "Mark, Please my family is in danger. I was warned to never show my face to you again! Now they're gonna die! If they find out I showed my face to you!" Danny hastily freed himself from Richarlison's grip and rushed to Mark in a c

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.

He looked utterly drained. "Mr. Gulley! Are you alright?" Spotting Cassian, Darren nodded, saying glumly, "I didn't manage to catch up to that bastard." Considering the fact that Phantom was a skilled expert, Cassian would've been shocked if Darren had successfully caught up to him. Darren's eyes were red as he snarled through clenched teeth, "That damned bastard! He killed so many of our villagers just to test his necromancy. He's a heartless monster! I'm going to kill him to avenge Roy and the others."

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.

"Sheldon! Oh my God! What are you doing to him?" His black eye, the bloody nose and the busted lip—I took it all in with horror. New bruises were forming on his wrists. "Come, baby doll. Look what we have here for you." Danny said lazily, resting an arm over his bent knee. As far as I knew, he was second-in-command to Jason. "What do you mean for me?" I looked up with confusion. "We took your revenge, duh. You're welcome," Anton chimed in from beside Danny. He had blue hair and more piercings than I could count.

***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.

“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.”

Xander stood by his side, both were looking worriedly at him. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he called back at Mordecai. “You’re just messing with my head.” Dorin’s eyes widened. The people moving towards Dorin fell to the ground, the air knocked out of them. “Now, we continue.” Dorin faced Mordecai once more. He had always loved fighting strong opponents. It means he could let it all out and fight with his real strength, but with his id now in his Phasma core, he was able to calm himself as he continued the duel.