Nick Danny Phantom Novels & Stories

"That Dana! I saw her! She's a werewolf. I know those red eyes. I saw them before!" "If that's true, they're from Phantom, my dear," he uttered, his voice filled with rage. "They covered their presence among humans. They used the authority that's been hunting them for the disappearance of the people in this town. They used their desperation, then framing me up into something I didn't do. All that so that they could take me in surprise——a clever tactic." I was about to speak when we heard footsteps coming our way. After a short moment, the sound of door creaking placed fear into my whole being. But once a familiar face leaned into the light underneath the darkness, a powerful wrath skulked in

"Then...I don't know. You sat down and I changed my mind." "Because sad, pathetic me was just too easy?" "No. I don't know why." "What about Danny?" "That..." He sighed. "That just happened. It was a coincidence my plan coincided with his release." "Is he really in danger?" "No one has seen or heard from him in days. Someone named Randy called me. Left a message. And Ghost heard it. Said he has Danny and wants to talk tomorrow." About her. "Ghost told me in the beginning that someone would end up taking the fall for what we were doing. I...I didn't listen. I didn't think it through-"

I said confidently. He shook his head and started to dabbed alcohol on the right side of my nose. "How do you know I want it on the right?" He rolled his eyes and wiped my ears clean, he stared at me as if he was saying 'Seriously?' It was my turn to roll my eyes, "I want the-" Danny cut me off. "-Little stud. I know." I stared at him, "You're an Indigo adult aren't you?" I asked him seriously. "No, I'm Gandalf's grandson. Obviously." He rolled his eyes and started to get out the needles.

I NEED to know who he is, and something tells me I won’t discover much if I approach him as Phantom Reaper. I don’t really even know who I actually am, to be honest. I never indulged in friendships or relationships with others. It’s just always been survival. The only person I had any kind of positive relationship was my mother. I don’t know my father but because of my hair color, I’m fairly certain my father was Christian Bartoa. I know he frequented the slave cells whenever he was bored, and the urge arises so it doesn’t surprise me, but I don’t intend to ever claim him nor carry his surname. The thought of actually SPEAKING to Damien makes me feel a weird sense of anxiety. I’m unsure if i

It seemed greedy Danny had done somebody the first time since she meant him “Well, the little butterfly loves her next looking beautiful… so had time to go shopping with the girls and boom,” Danny said in between chuckles while showing her the various masks he bought for her. Shania had to say, Danny took her butterfly identity seriously. Just looking at the beautiful masks. Shani knew he must have spent a lot of money “And about that man?” She asked and walked back to Danny, the issue of Christian was still pending. Shania hated the idea of having Christian around at the club and home

I squinted at him. “I’m sorry,” I said, “do I know you? You look familiar.” He grinned. “I’m Danny Fox. I’m an actor.” Donatello looked him up and down. “Oh, you’re in that show about the baseball player.” “Yeah.” “Great show,” he said, “you’re a very talented young man.” “Thank you,” said Danny, “you’re a very important guy, Donatello Vitore. You own half of New York. I saw the article about you on Forbes. Those Eco-Friendly apartments that your building are going to be the way of the future.”

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.”

Danny was now balancing on a tight rope, one wrong move and his ending would be inevitable. Danny drew his lower lip between his lip as he thought for a moment, before a look of sheer determination transformed his face. “If that’s what it takes,” he gave Nate a sharp nod, “then I will do it. Before me is my Queen, not Skylar. I want to prove my loyalty to you, Luna.” His eyes bored into mine, allowing me to observe the sincerity in them. Nate abruptly clapped his hands together. “Excellent. Maddie?” Maddie shuffled forward whilst rummaging in her pocket, before pulling out the now familiar clear vial. Danny’s eyes surveyed the pink liquid as he took the vial from Maddie’s grasp, before he ga

He had white hair, snow pale skin and his lips were a sickish blue. “If you kill him…..” She didn’t complete that and Danny just spared her a glance. If she did kill him there was literally nothing she could do, but she considered herself batman. She couldn’t kill and there was no way she would be tried for murder along with treason. She opened the capsule and cut off all power. Danny placed a hand against his chest immediately and tried to concentrate. “You do know what you’re doing right?!” Ronnie snapped. “Of course I do. Now stop talking!!” she hissed and concentrated on the ice cold energy that was strongest in his chest area.

I stood at the entrance of the Silver Claw Pack hospital, the cold wind cutting through me. A black pickup truck slowly pulled up in front of me, the bed filled with freshly picked herbs, the scent of morning dew still clinging to them. The door opened gently, and instead of the driver, it was Danny himself. He stepped out of the truck, walking slowly with a silver cane in hand, his steps steady and strong, the cane tapping rhythmically against the ground. He didn’t ask me to get into the car, but instead, he walked towards me.