Fanfiction Danny Phantom Crossover Novels & Stories

He drove his claws into the Phantom's abdomen, pushing it away from his body while he struggled to stand. They fought for dominance, each beast showing off its skill and power, countering one another's attack as they both clashed. The Phantom was dominating, tearing the eye of Mark with its sharp claws and landing another heavy strike with its sharp claws on his chest. She watched from her hiding spot as the blood spilled from his body, and she heard his groaning sound, that was why was fuelled by the pain he received. “Father.!” She screamed from where she hid. She was scared to the extent, she flaunted his orders and did as her heart had instructed.

Welcome to Volume Four of When Mates Collide. This volume will proceed from where volumes one, two, and three stopped. With Nate, Elliott, and Darrell finding their happily ever after, we are left with our cynical bad boy, Danny, whose heart needs mending. Due to this, this volume will focus on Danny as the first main character and everyone else as the supporting main character. I can't wait to dive into writing his story and I hope you are just as excited as I am. Don't hesitate to let me know your thoughts in the comments section, I would love to hear from you. Also, you can check out my mafia book; To Love A Bologna whenever you can. Trust me, you'll love it.

He looked at Alex, but he didn't see the man he loved; he saw a a liar, a phantom that wouldn't let him die in peace. "Don't... touch... me," Danny gasped, his hands flying up to cover his ears. "You’re not real. You’re a hallucination. My brain is broken. It’s all broken." Alex didn't rush him. He sank to his knees on the floor a few feet from the bed, making himself smaller, lower than the boy on the mattress. He stayed silent, letting the waves of Danny’s panic wash over him through the bond. He felt the cold, the hopelessness, and the terrifying desire for the world to simply stop.

If Stefano got the information that he needed and nothing was amiss then he would be able to rest. Valerie's mind wandered to Dracaryx, whenever he was around Dracaryx, Valerie couldn't keep his hands to himself and Dracaryx that fiend loved it. And the bond which had throbbed painfully had stopped doing so since he reunited with Dracaryx. Valerie did not fully understand the whole fated mate thing but he had a long time to figure it out, it wasn't like he was dying anytime soon, it scared Valerie that eventually all his loved ones, Dante, Geremia, his men in the guild would die and he would still remain here. At least he would have Dracaryx to keep him company, he thought to himself. A WEEK

You need to get here ASAP and bring Danny he's the only one who could hold Titan down. "oh shit." I muttered "What?" Danny asked. "So don't flip out and remember you can't have pups with me if you kill me." I began "What?" he asked cutting me off mid sentence. "Here." I gulped handing over my phone. He read the text and anger flashed in his eyes. He was about to speak when another text pinged on my phone and he read that. " Sasha open a ghost road now." he growled. "Okay but you need to put on shorts." I gulped

She hoarded the dreams privately, examining them in the mornings before she was fully awake, not ready to say them out loud because saying them out loud made them real in a way that felt simultaneously wonderful and terrifying. Dante told her first. One grey November morning, half asleep, face in the pillow, he said into the mattress — "I dreamed about a little girl last night. She had your stubborn mouth and she was running toward the river and I was trying to catch her and you kept telling me she was fine." Danielle went very still. "Was she?" she said carefully. "Fine?" "She made the ridge," he said. "She was incredibly fast." "Dante." "Mm." "I've been having dreams like that."

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.

"Danny?" "Danny Finn. He's in prison now, Riverbend Correctional. Got twenty years for a bank robbery that went wrong. But before that, he and his sister Caroline worked for your father. Eliminations. Making problems disappear. Your father sent them into a trap, got Caroline killed, got Danny locked up. But Danny knows things. Names. Locations. He might talk if you approach him right, offer him something he needs."

Once he was destroyed, the Phantom pack would no longer have a leader and would be absorbed into Selenian. I didn't care about having more pack members, that was never the driving force behind our offensive stikes. Of course I wanted to stop the fighting that had claimed so many lives, but what I desired more than anything was to kill the new Alpha. I dreamed of ripping his into his throat with my sharp canines and watching the light drain from his eyes, just as he had done to my father. And just as my father had done to the previous Phantom Alpha. The time would come. I would get my revenge. But was I really ready now? I had pushed the date of our strike back already by saying our new recru

He had a bowl of pasta in front of him, a green notebook open beside it, and the expression of a boy who had spent his entire life waiting for a specific door to open and was finally seeing the knob turn. ​He looked at Scarlett. He looked at Xavier. He clocked the way they were standing—the default proximity, the way Xavier’s arm brushed hers as they moved. ​"How bad?" Danny asked, his voice cracking only slightly. ​"Eat your pasta," Scarlett said, pulling out the chair across from him. ​"That bad," Danny concluded, picking up his fork.