Phantom Planet Danny Phantom Novels & Stories

"Oh my God!!" "You're Princess Damontry!" Damontry just stared at her place while he pinned her to the wall, after removing his hood, revealing his brown curly hair, beautiful blue eyes, and the details of his sculpted face. "Don't be afraid, I'm the Daniel I told you about, Mr. Spencer. I'm the butler at King William's Palace. You can call me Danny." He said smiling radiantly and turning away from Damontry a little before bowing to her in submission.

He had taken Rhodes' golden boy hostage in one swift move, triggering an all-out conflict with Blumedale's top brass. Antonio's heart pounded harder than it had in years. He thought Andrew was not just dangerous—he played the game at a level that made seasoned veterans break into cold sweats. Andrew glanced at Dylan and Natasha. "There's a guy from Blumedale's underground scene who goes by Phantom Eye. You two know anything about him?" Dylan's face went pale. "What? Kenny actually called in Phantom Eye? That maniac?" Natasha's expression turned serious. "Darling, Phantom Eye got his name because of his missing eye—one of them is completely blind. No one knows his real name, especially us low

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.

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.

This is the one that Brackston expects me to get ready for him. She’s gorgeous, inheriting her looks from both parents. She looks so sweet and bubbly. Here I am, a stranger on their lands, with the job of destroying their entire family. How can I do that and still look at myself in the mirror? I refocus and swallow to moisturize my dry throat. “Hi. I’m D… Danny.” The name feels foreign on my tongue and causes bile to rise in my throat. I don’t want to do this. I just want everything to be over. I want my brother, and I want to be somewhere safe.

He is a merciless Vampire king, who crushes everything that comes in his way. DANNY LAVENDER Name: Danny Surname: Lavender Age: 109 (26 as human age) Species: Werewolf Height: 6'1 Speciality: Able to see past and Strength Relationship status: In relation with Jamima Character: Charming, cute, playboy, possessive, strong, brave, smart, stylish.

The hood over his face pooled in his eye sockets and nasal cavity. The phantom advanced in broken movements. He held out bone fingers as if scraping the air. I screamed for the life of me. “Get that thing away from me now!” “Silence, Shannon,” Samael demanded. “Where are your manners?” The phantom tilted its head. I could swear it snickered with a voice like dry desert wind. “They jumped ship when you summoned a skeleton.” “I SEE YOU HAVE DISCOVERED ANOTHER ACCESSORY, SAMAEL.” Dumah hissed, drawing out Corpseboy's name. His voice was like scraping knives

Silence exists between us before his phone starts vibrating. “Hello?” he says, and I can clearly hear Hannah’s voice from the other side. “Damon, Danny is throwing a tantrum again. He says he won’t eat without you.” I feel Damon’s eyes on me. “I’m at the hospital. Just… convince him somehow.” “I tried,” she says, sounding as helpless as possible. “But he’s not ready to listen.” “I want Daddy. I want Daddy. I want Daddy.” “Danny, stop,” he says, his voice softening in a way I haven’t heard in a long time. “Be a good boy. Daddy will be home soon.”

But his silence was sad, crushing whatever hope I had left. " Five..." Damon’s voice was laced with amusement. He was enjoying this, watching me break, watching Alex falter. Then, out of nowhere, a figure crashed into Damon, sending him across the floor. It was Phantom, the final member of the Prime Order. Damon hit the ground hard, clearly caught off guard. Phantom’s entrance was so sudden that even the shadows Damon controlled flickered for a moment, losing their form. “Couldn’t let you have all the fun without me,” Phantom said.

I grab fur, muscle, bone…anything I can hold onto. “RUN!” I scream for the hundredth time. The wolf twists, eyes never leaving Catherine. And then… “What are you guys doing? Shooting a Hollywood action movie?” The voice cuts through everything, laughing. I whip my head around. Danny. Standing there. Alive. Oblivious. Annoying. He’s staring at me like I’ve finally lost my last brain cell. I open my mouth. Can’t he see this? Can’t he see the wolf? Can’t he see…