Novel & Cerita Nick Danny Phantom

“There’s someone else—someone more powerful pulling the strings. The Blackmoon Pack… they’re just a tool.” Luca’s fingers twitched, his control slipping for a brief second. “Who?” Damian hesitated. I took a step closer, lowering my voice. “Damian, if you don’t tell us now, you know what will happen.” He looked at me, something unreadable flashing in his eyes. And then he sighed. “I don’t know his real name,” he admitted. “But they call him the Phantom.” The room seemed to tilt. Luca’s grip on Damian loosened just slightly. “The Phantom?”

The stranger’s smirk widened slightly, as though he found my suspicion entertaining instead of offensive. “Cassian Alaric,” he replied with a small theatrical bow. Then, without waiting for permission, he dragged a heavy wooden chair across the floor and turned it backward before straddling it casually. “And you,” he continued while pointing toward me dramatically, “are the infamous human who somehow convinced my terrifying older brother to cancel a public execution.” His green eyes swept over me slowly before amusement flickered across his face again. “I’ll admit, though, I expected someone slightly sturdier.”

Or that my initial suspicion about him as my phantom was indeed correct. “I’m going to meet Damon tonight,” I said, and if my phantom will not show up while I am with Damon, then it could lend credence to my theory. Nancy nodded and then stood up. “Alright. Good luck with that and please be safe. I just came here to check on you, and I’m glad I did.” “Thank you.” With that, she left my office, but not without blowing me a kiss and wink before she closes the door. ****

I knew that would set him off. Noooooooo! Dane was whimpering at the idea. Nick flashed that she had been in a few times, so she must be from around here. He would follow up with some friends. He then asked aloud, “Dingo why don’t you get the bones from the discard box and bring them out to Danny’s car.” ‘Danny,’ I thought to myself. Strange name for such an obviously feminine woman.

"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."

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."

Danny lowers his eyes on his plate while I hold my cup up to shield my face. With a whisper, I get Arawn’s attention, and I shake my head. “Be nice. Please.” But he just scoffs, emptying his cup of coffee. “I have to make a phone call. Hurry up, Dan.” “Aam alrdy hwrrng.” Danny munches, looking like an abandoned puppy dog. Leaning forward, I get him to halt while looking at me. “Don’t be sad. We can do something fun next time.” He nods repeatedly, smiling happily, and I sit back up straight.

Her mother is sending a warning to her about what is to come. She would have assumed Danny was making things up but he was no such person. Danny was a zealous uncle who had no time for playing jokes around, and most importantly, he only saw her as his niece. No special attention or care for her. The look on his face proves he was forcing himself to spill something he wasn't believing himself. Ghosts, the afterlife and all supernatural or religious stuff. Uncle Danny was not a fan. Just maybe he was having such dreams because he was very close to Nico when she was alive.

He looked at Alex, but he didn't see the man he loved; he saw a a liar, a phantom that wouldn't let him die in peace. "Don't... touch... me," Danny gasped, his hands flying up to cover his ears. "You’re not real. You’re a hallucination. My brain is broken. It’s all broken." Alex didn't rush him. He sank to his knees on the floor a few feet from the bed, making himself smaller, lower than the boy on the mattress. He stayed silent, letting the waves of Danny’s panic wash over him through the bond. He felt the cold, the hopelessness, and the terrifying desire for the world to simply stop.

He wanted to say almost anything to his nanny because she always gave her comfort. Danny's fluttered feeling right now was also because he heard Marian's voice earlier before he goes to the gathering. He grinned from ear to ear as he reminisced that sweet voice he always longed for. He liked Marian so much that he can't help the butterflies in her stomach to rumble upon. Danny pressed the Netflix button and picked one of the mystery dramas he saw. He played it and watched the first ten minutes when he can't help himself to pick up his cell phone. He immediately paused the episode that he was watching and dialed Jane's number. He chewed the salty chips right in his mouth and waited for someon