Nick Danny Phantom Novels & Stories

Danny asked innocently but I knew what he was saying, all hiding behind his honey deep talk. "You don't get to talk to me like that, magician." My nose flared with anger. I was getting enough of this bullshit. Men and their shits and the way they try to get me under their control! I wouldn't let that happen again. "Danny." He said and I looked at him confusedly. "The name is Danny, princess. I'm a wizard, not your simple magician that might have entertained you in your childhood." He rolled his eyes, and so did I.

The nickname gave it away. I turned around to see Danny strutting towards us. He exuded confidence as he walked, his presence alerting boys to grab onto their girls. Heck, they'd have to grab onto themselves to keep from running into his arms. His brown eyes twinkled as he shot 'hand-guns' with a click of his tongue in every single direction, looking every bit as dim as he was.

​"This is early 2000s tech. It’s elegant, actually. Whoever built this was a romantic about their security. It’ll take me thirty minutes to crack the shell. Don't call me. I'll call you." ​The line went dead. ​They sat at the table in a state of suspended animation. Danny made more pasta for Scarlett and Xavier, serving them with the quiet efficiency of someone used to providing for himself. Xavier ate with a focused calm, his leg brushing against Scarlett’s under the table—a constant, rhythmic contact that kept her grounded. ​"The name Nadia," Danny said after a while. "Is she the bad guy?" ​"I don't think she's 'bad' in the way Richard is bad," Scarlett said, looking at the drive. "But she

Danny’s sharp inhale signaled his gaining courage to reveal what had been clawing at him since the interview—that he was the new Old Man, Napi. “Uncle, how do you know the gift runs in me, too?” Danny asked, his voice trembling on the edge of disbelief.

DON VITO SOME YEARS AGO, “Bring her in.” “I hope you did a neat job. No one saw you?” “Not at all,” Danny answered. Danny is one of my secret agents who does dirty jobs for me. Smuggling, Kidnapping, Murdering. He was good, sharp, and fast. He was the right person to do this job. I know how much Antonio loves and protects his sister. I already had him disoriented after I made one of my men at his place steal the suitcase.

Red Moon seemed like an odd name and didn’t really tell me anything about what it could be. Danny was watching me with interest. “Just call me when you can come over.” The sound of a mobile went off, and I realised it was his. He pulled it out and checked the caller ID. His face darkened a little. “Shit sorry Sophia, I need to take this. Call me soon, okay?” Not waiting for me to answer, he brought the phone to his ear. Standing up, he strode off with a confident swagger. My eyes fell back to the business card. My first commission. Not bad considering I was only 18 really. I took out my scarily empty purse, and placed it carefully inside the credit card sleeve.

Not now. Don’t give that Rovin to her. Black’s voice slices through my mind. You’re not strong enough. Not yet. Don’t drag us into another nightmare. I want to argue. I want to roar back. But the puck drops again. Danny grabs it instantly, charging forward. I chase, sharp and precise, but he shoots before I reach him. Goal. Danny throws his arms up, triumphant. “Who’s sleeping now?” Jack laughs, bitter, cruel. “Maybe we should call his voodoo girlfriend. She might wake him up.”

Danny's POV The cabin of the car felt like it was shrinking, the air thick with the smell of expensive leather and the terrifying ozone of Chadwick’s rage. I was still holding the burner phone I had snatched from him. "Give me the phone, Danny," he said, his voice a low, vibrating hum that I felt in my teeth. "No!" I shoved it against my chest, right under my silk shirt. "You aren't killing anyone tonight. You are insane and you have a warped sense of humor."

The face that greets me is not the one I was hoping to see. "Hello, sweetie pie," Danny says, smiling. But I can tell it's fake, even though the only light source is the moon. Danny is dark-skinned. His black hair is styled in a low cut, and he has a beard. The Dolce & Gabbana suit he's wearing does little to hide his muscles. I'd be lying if I said he wasn't ripped. To sum it up, Danny is a gorgeous man, but even with all his handsomeness, he is the worst romantic partner I have ever met-except Jacob if I'm including that horrible human being in the running, too.

“One of you managed to hide from Tensel with the aid of the puppet master.” Danny turned to glare at Tensel. “I can’t believe you are allowing him to accuse us like this. Do you believe I’m tainted? Or Amelia? Maybe May. Maybe a three-year-old is running around doing Darkness’s bidding.” “This time” – Damonq circled his prey – “this time, the person came to wreak havoc in the healing grounds. Was someone gone from your group? Even for a few minutes?” Danny couldn’t turn to watch Damonq. He could only look forward toward the house – toward that little break in the wood where someone had crouched and took command of the lightning when it was called down to aid Damonq in getting rid of the para