Phantom Planet Danny Phantom Novels & Stories

Transforming back to monstrosity, I howled as a go signal and we dashed forward, determine to win this battle. Dana leaped towards me and we both collided in the air before landing back to the surface in a split second. Our pack tried their best to push back our enemies as Gwen and Cayde ran ahead of us along with Enzo. As the light slowly travelled away from us, I looked over my shoulder, seeing Dana with a smirk on her face, one of her arms was partially shifted into a monstrous form. I gritted my teeth when I realized that she managed to scratch me on my shoulder. But that confirmed it, she was no hybrid but she was stronger than any of her underlings. That was expected of the foundation

“Not now.” “I’ll do as you say, Phan.” Phantom sniffed and pulled away. His brown eyes shone brighter and latched inside her. Something powerful came over Phantom. Emotions that Shadow couldn’t name flashed across the man’s features. Phantom leaned in and cupped Shadow’s face in his hands. He was so close that Shaadow could see the individual lashes of his eyes, the specks of brown in his irises. He was so identical to her. After all, he was modeled after Shadow with different gender, height, and masculinity.

Jonathan stood at the cemetery, his hands buried deep in his pockets. Geoffrey had just placed fresh flowers on the grave. Jonathan stared at the engraved name: “Danny Golden.” He watched a small ant crawl up the cold concrete. A memory flickered in his mind like an old film reel. He traveled back to a time when Danny was still alive. He had been a lively, cheerful man, and Jonathan’s father had loved him for his positive spirit. His father often said Danny was the reason he never gave up on his dreams; it was Danny's words that had helped bring the Walter building to life.

His jaw worked, opening and closing like he wanted to say something but didn’t know who he was more afraid of. He looked like he was two seconds away from folding. And that was all I needed. I stepped closer and crouched in front of him, close enough that he had to tilt his head down to avoid my eyes. "You," I said quietly. "What’s your name?" He swallowed hard and glanced at his feet. "D-Danny." "Danny." I leaned in just a little. "Look at me." His gaze lifted slowly. "You don’t want to die for a ghost, do you?" I asked. "For secrets that aren’t even yours? For a man who won’t even remember your name when this is over?"