Fanfiction Danny Phantom Novels & Stories

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. Danny is a werewolf and is nominated to become the future king of werewolves world. Just like Daniel, he is also adored and desired by all of the girls, the perfect guy of their dreamlands but he chooses Jamima among them all to be his girlfriend. Something is going on between him and Daniel but only the two of them know about it. Danny is a nice and gentle guy but is the total opposite of it when it comes to something he wants

she muttered. The moment she pulled up his page, her mouth dropped open. Danny had a very active social life. He also had a girlfriend, judging by the pictures plastering his page of the two of them together at expensive balls, on a yacht and even a trip to New York City. The woman was young, Lana guessed early twenties—the same age she had been when he chased after her. “Wow, you really are a world-class asshole,” she said, shaking her head as she scrolled through the pictures.

This was of them. ‘’Madam, he had such hopes but it was voted out. Danny wants the Grey Empire which he dreamt of building to be owned solely by the Greys so he could control most of everything and better make decisions and not just be driven by the drive to earn dividends like the shareholder.

"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."

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.

Girlfriend. God. It still made my heart flutter and clench and panic at the same time. “Frank,” I murmured warningly. “What?” he shrugged. “Am I lying?” Danny’s voice was low, controlled but firm. “You know damn well you’re only using her to get to me.” Frank froze. I felt his muscles tense under his shirt. The hallway looked like it was watching a ticking bomb. Danny continued, “You’ve always wanted to get under my skin, and you’re using her as the perfect tool to do it.”

"How can you do that? You idiot..." "Then do you want me to die in the hands of my enemy." Danny snarled at her who rubbed her hands together. "But...." "No but Gwen. I spent a lot of time here and I already corrected everything." He scolded her while Gwen did not say anything to him but left the chamber. Danny was not the same Danny but he was now an old king who did not care about anything. She wandered around feeling bad for Sian as he was afraid of being in love knowing his lover will be killed no matter what.

Daphne pouted and grumbled, "You humans are so dull. Always tied down by your rules and morals. We Phantoms don't have that nonsense. If we want someone, we just go for full-on soul fusion—whenever, wherever." But in truth, her mind was spinning. Felix really seemed like he planned to wait for her sister to arrive. She was surprised that there was actually a human who was not scared of facing an S-tier Malevolent Phantom. Every other person she had ever encountered, even the strong ones, ran for their lives at just the mention of one.

How could her friend think she would endure something like that when she hated pain? “Hey, do I look like I could hurt my adorable woman? She’s already so frail. Why would I hurt her?” her husband also added. “Fine. Enjoy yourselves then,” Danny finally said but he didn’t look like he agreed with the word ‘frail’ to describe Vivian. “Oh, and at least inform me when you’re having an orgy,” Danny winked at her. “What?! You’re speaking nonsense. Just go already,” Vivian sighed. She knew what Danny meant was she was hogging such a wonderful specimen all by herself. He wanted a part in it.

My heart skips a beat at hearing Arawn’s voice even before my eyes can find him. “Are you insane? You woke up the entire house with that thing!” He is just standing there with his phone in his hand, looking at me disparagingly as I hiss at him. Pulling my blanket up to my chest, I look over to Danny. “He was just feeling lonely. Why are you like that?” Danny groans about not telling him once again as Arawn clicks his tongue. “Sure, there is nothing better to cure loneliness than a pair of big boobs.”