Fanfiction Danny Phantom Novels & Stories

"Did he worship your body? Did he make you scream his name?" "Danny, please—" "It's Dante now. Danny died in that car crash. What's left is the Shadowking." His lips brushed her ear. "But for you, I could be Danny again." "You lied to me!" Her hands fisted in his shirt. "You let me think you were dead! Do you have any idea what that did to me?" "Do you have any idea what it did to me?" His control cracked, and suddenly she was against the wall, his body pinning her there. "To watch the woman I loved marry my attempted murderer? To see you smile for the cameras while my heart was ripped out of my chest?"

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His soul was on the brink of something, but Danny couldn't understand; he and his soul were both too far gone to communicate with each other. Unzipping his jeans with shaking hands, Danny tried his best not to rip the damn pants off his body and shimmed out of them. The cool wood of the floor relieved him for a moment before the fever took over again. His hand slipped into his briefs, and found his aching cock. God what was happening, Danny moaned. He felt his soulmate leaving the area and he almost screamed for help. His panic was short-lived when he felt a force of nature coming full speed towards the cabin. The scent coming through the window became the air he breathed, thick, overwhelmin

He had been loving a girl for years now expecting that she will reciprocate the feelings but not, she was in love with someone else. Danny stood up from his seat as he annoyingly glared over the speakers in his room and he just sat there listening to Christina Perri's song over and over again. He still remembered the day when he had to pour his eyes out because of the story that had been so tragic for him. He was eating popcorn that time when Marian barged in at his bedroom and was watching him crying over the last installment of the Twilight Saga. "You were crying over some fantasy, how shallow of you."

His face was a mask of soot-stained stone, his jaw set so tightly that the muscles near his ears twitched with every stride. Behind them, Danny walked in the center of their small perimeter. He was wrapped in a thick, navy wool blanket Scarlett had pulled from the library sofa, his hands buried deep within the folds, his face exceptionally pale. His cipher-brain—the brilliant, hyper-analytical mechanism that had spent the last twenty-four hours decoding a dead architect’s geometric riddle—seemed to have gone entirely offline, leaving behind nothing but a tired sixteen-year-old boy who wanted to know when the dark would stop.

The one connected to my Sexy Red persona. Danny's name flashed on the screen. What could he possibly want? My hands were shaking as I grabbed the voice modulator and answered. "Hello?" I said in my altered voice. "Sexy Red, hi," Danny said, and something in his tone made my stomach drop. "Hi," I responded carefully. "I thought about everything you said," Danny continued, his voice oddly calm. "And there's something important I need to tell you. Can we meet? Just briefly. In the next ten minutes. This is very important."

“You remember a guy that would come in and see you when you worked? You would only ever really speak to him. No one else held your attention in that place, well apart from Dylan. This guy would order black coffee and …” “French toast with fruit salad on the side with streaky bacon and maple syrup and eggs.” I say, and his smile gets bigger. “So you do remember. I’m Danny. I have watched you for five years, Rebel. I have been in love with you from a far. I knew who you were when you started to protect me. It was never my intention to drag you into this and for that, I’m sorry. Dylan and I want to be with you. It is wrong for us to ask you to choose. We are all the same. We all want the same t

“The next time you send me on a blind date, I’ll gut you and wear your intestines like a garland around my neck.” “Woah, chill, Vaughan. It’s just one date.” “That’s enough, Danny. No more,” he growled. “Fine,” Danny grunted on the other end. “Any updates from our ME?” he asked, pulling his car from the driveway, eyes trained on his rearview mirror. “Nope.” “Alright, get lost then and I hope your wife makes you sleep on the couch today.” He ended the call without waiting for further reply from the human. With a sigh, he eased the car into traffic. The roads were less crowded than usual and he welcomed it. He was in no mood to deal with other things than necessary.

It was clear he wasn't conscious or aware of his actions. "Show me what he's dreaming of," I said quickly, needing to understand the root of this behavior. Dane hesitated momentarily before pulling us into the depths of Percy's nightmare. The dream that unfolded was chilling. Percy was trapped in an alley, experiencing a violent assault by a group of vampires. In his nightmare, these vampires forced him to grind against another as they watched, a sick display of power and control. This explains his involuntary movements against Jo in the real world. The horror of the scene gripped me, and I turned to Dane in desperation. "Fix it, please. Oh shit, please Dane, fix it."

“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.”