Kindred Spirits Danny Phantom Novels & Stories

“The explosion flattened that entire compound. You saw it yourself. No one could’ve walked away from that. Phantom’s dead. All we’ve got left is Dennis.” I shook my head firmly. “I don’t believe that. A man like Phantom doesn’t just… vanish in rubble. He plans. He hides. He taunts. He survives.” Abel tilted his head, studying me like I was the stubborn one. “That’s your anger talking. He’s dead. You need to let yourself believe that or it’s going to eat you alive.”

“Yes, sir.” “Good, do what you have to do, Danielle. There and back.” “Just like a hobbit,” Dannie replied. He gave her a confused look. Dad clearly didn’t read the book or watch the movies. Or maybe Kandrea was rubbing off on her too much. “Forget it. Go and come back, easy peasy.” She held out her hands for Balric and Cass. Dannie also learned she could take others with her when she shadow traveled, as long as they were touching.

"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."

I say, conscious of the need to get to know any regulars, at least by name. As I set the stout in front of the guy with the star on his face, he takes my hand in both of his and kisses it, somehow NOT making it weird. “Lovely to meet you, Billie. I’m the Phantom, but you can call me Will if you must,” he says, and indicating the bored one on the end, “that’s Dominic. He’s always dull.” “Hilarious,” he says, taking his stout up and lifting it to his lips. “Cheers.”

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.