Nicktoons Danny Phantom Novels & Stories

Tobias went to confirm that Charlie had really died, then he howled to signal that the fight was over. “ Well…that was…anti climatic” Danny mumbled while brush the dirt of his shirt, but I could see him shaking. I gave him a big hug. Danny wiggled, “Oh my goddess! Get off! You said you would come back, but I almost watched you die, idiot!” He shoved me away scowling, suddenly acting like he wasn’t begging me to escape with him a while back. I saw Phoenix tense up from the corner of my eye, I gave him a look. I will not let him attack my brother.

It seems the kid had learned some caution, at least. “Boss?” Danny’s voice was young, and uncertain. “You wanted to see me?” I turned slowly, letting him sweat for a moment. He was twenty, maybe twenty-one. Scrawny. And very nervous. This was the kid who’d let Rylan escape a week ago. “Come here,” I said. Danny approached like he was walking to the gallows. His hands were shaking. I let the silence stretch, watching him squirm. Then I smiled. “Good work.”

I giggled softly as my eyes drank in his muscled frame again. I really was tired but I couldn’t help myself. I giggled. What was this? I don’t giggle. I was just staring at Dingo again. I blushed, “Wow, that really took a lot out of me.” “Why didn’t you say so?” Nick gruffed. “I have a box of bones you can have for free. Fresh today. Dingo why don’t you get them from the discard bin and bring them out to Danny’s car.” “Danny?” Dingo said questioningly and raised an eyebrow.

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."

Danny is the smartest six years old I’ve met. “Mum said to not disturb, I wanted to show you this.” He pulled out a sketch of Spider-Man he had drawn as I dropped me on my leg. “Ouuu…come here man! This is great! You should do a portrait of your uncle Malik, I deserve it right? I give ice cream as against mummy’s wishes, remember?” “You didn’t give me ice cream yesterday, it doesn’t count.” He whined “That’s right…hmm I’m sorry. Ice cream tomorrow and I get a portrait?”

I shimmied into Danny's varsity jacket as we walked toward the parking lot, and pulled it tightly around my body. Danny was standing against his red pickup truck, talking on the phone to someone, assumedly his mom. She hadn't been able to make it to the game tonight, since his little sister was sick all afternoon. I watched him as he ran a hand through his messy hair, chuckling at something his mom said. His mom was his kryptonite, he was an absolute mama's boy. He caught me out of the corner of his eye, and his face lit up. "I gotta go, I love you." He said quickly, and hung up as I walked up to him. "Hi." He pulled me close to his side and leaned down to kiss my forehead.

“He’s here. He’s here.” The room went dead still. “Who?” Halstrom pressed. There was a crackle, a low breath across the line. “The…..” And then the call choked with static. I froze, pulse hammering. Because just before the silence swallowed Carter’s voice, I’d heard it, something Damon had said days ago. A nickname he’d given the Man in White in the dark humor of exhaustion. The Phantom. Carter had been about to say it. But then his voice twisted into a scream that ripped through the line, sharp and final.

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.

She felt the picture was clicked closely. "I do not think so. If you're not wearing your mask, one of your admirers might have taken a picture of you, but with the mask on, you're barely recognizable," Danny said from behind and hit the pad with the hammer, instantly the puck touched the bell. "Yikes!" Danny exclaimed. Bethany and Danny turned behind and saw jumping Danny. Bethany rolled her eyes and said, "We haven't seen you. It can not be counted." "Shut up," Danny retorted.

“There’s free drinks.” Whomp, whomp, whomp, went the fan. “I’ll s-see how I go,” Danny said, gripping the phone. “I had a rough night.” “I know, babe. I heard you talking in your sleep.” “Really? W-what was I saying? W-w-w-waffle, as usual?”