My Brother's Keeper Danny Phantom Novels & Stories

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.

"You are my brother. You are meant to be treating me nicely." "I am not your brother," Danny's voice rose again. "The only person I must treat nicely is my ruler. Will you close your mouth before I do it myself?" "I will after you permit me to help you stop your bleeding." "Permission not granted." "Then you will die like a fallen soldier." Danny laughed out loudly. "I am sorry to inform you but I am already dead." Danny's words struck me as much as an arrow would hurt me even if it was thrown by an inexperienced man. A huge warm hole opened up in me, insistent and demanding, as if it wanted to swallow every portion of me at one strike.

"Right here." Dannan smiled as he clasped his hand and pulled him in for a manly hug. "I'm happy for you, brother. And if you should need me, let me know, and I'll bring help." Xander nodded, smiling. "Be careful what you offer." Dannon smirked, but then his expression grew serious. "I am now, and always will be, your brother. I will always heed your call without question, should you ask."

I ask. He ignores me at first, trying to make it up the hill in a hurry. Once we reach the top, and he sees the vast span of the forest from the moonlight, he turns and looks at me. "Dan is my brother." I can't hide my surprise. "When I woudln't work for him, he sold Cade's mother the drugs that got her hooked, and threatened Cade's life. I've been his lackey for years out of fear." The dogs grow closer. "Go," I whisper. "Run. Maybe you can outrun the dogs and get away from Dan. He won't hurt Cade. They know he is behind everything."

I had spent two weeks sitting in his apartment without for once connecting him to the Vales because he existed only in a separate world. It all made sense at once. Why every word from him was measured. Why he noticed tiny betrayals but hated apologies. Aaron carried himself as someone who had lived his whole life attempting to prove to someone that he belonged somewhere. The coldness. The seriousness and the house that looked like no one lived in it. I picked up my phone and typed. My boss is Dorian’s brother, and sent it to Shawna. She replied immediately. “What. How? You need to quit the job right now.”

Slaine would definitely hate him if he killed her biological mother. Danny subconsciously cursed their father who was never satisfied with giving him trouble after trouble even after that old man was dead. He wanted to dismantle the man's grave and then separate the skeletons one by one and then scatter them into rivers, lakes, and seas just to torture the soul of this cursed man. “Get your sister out of here, Danny, there's still a long line behind you,” Jaxon said sarcastically. He was still waiting for his turn. Danny stared at his little sister for too long to make sure she was okay or not.

"He is at his sister's university but he is still investigating the branches. He have killed three of your partners and imprisoned five already. I think you are the next target" After he finished talking I wasn't sure what exactly to say to him. Should I commend his knowledge and details on the situation, should I laugh at the "sister" part or should I kill him for being bold enough to remind me of the fact that I'm next on Charles list. As usual I choose the best option, I killed him. it's my favourite option, I will always choose to kill. That's why they call me Louen son of Ankou. After killing him, I proceeded to laughing. Sister my foot, I knew very well that the little princess was any

My two younger brothers, Nathan and Noah, were on the fields, training with David, Nadia and Gamma Danny. Danny is our older cousin. His parents were murdered in their pack six hours away, when he was only three years old. His mother was mom’s older sister. She took him in as she didn’t trust his father side of the family. Danny is mated to Camilla, and they share a daughter who was born a year before A’Lena. “Ena… mooshy.. mooshy” I tickle her tummy. She has the cutest laugh. “Who’s the cutest little baby?” I asked in my little baby voice.

Their mockery would not deter me from proving my worth, for I knew deep within my heart that I was more than the sum of their judgments. In a luxurious wing of the mansion, Ethan, the younger son of the household, found himself drawn to the commotion that had unfolded in Alex's room. Curiosity piqued, he pushed open the door and entered, finding his brother deep in thought, his expression a mix of frustration and intrigue. Upon hearing Ethan's arrival, Alex looked up, his eyes reflecting a glimmer of mischief. "Ah, Ethan, you've arrived at the perfect time," he greeted, a sly smile playing on his lips. "You won't believe what just happened."

But, he turned dead ears to my request of helping him. "Claire, sweetheart! You are blinded by your brother's love and can't see right through the wrong. But, I'm. Luke is guilty and he must be punished." He had said, his voice cold as he added, "Don't discuss about Luke to me anymore, alright?" It was only now that I realized, it's not that he didn't believe me or my brother. In fact, he was the one who framed my brother. His words were a brutal punch to the gut. The man I had loved and trusted for years had not only betrayed me but had actively participated in my brother’s destruction. He had not only stood by and watched as my family fell apart, but he had orchestrated the entire thing.