Public Enemies Danny Phantom Novels & Stories

“Yes, there is Mr. D. O., a subordinate servant.” "You mean the one with the eyes of the owl." Damontry said, laughingly dragging her eyes down. Mary chuckled, "Yeah." "Okay then I'll go now, see you later." Mary nodded before returning to work. Damontry went out to find the royal vestibule standing in which were some men dressed in black and gray, and she glimpsed someone she knew. "Danny!". Danny turned to her and she didn't think she would miss him so much. "Oh, Monterey, did you know about your assignments."

"That's outside a doctor's pay grade. I handle the healing; I don't do intel." The look in Danny's eyes changed—the social politeness stripped away, replaced by genuine respect. "Chloe, I know I'm just a guy who runs errands, but if you're cool with it, I'd like to call you a friend." He straightened up, his tone crisp, like he was finalizing a contract. "If you ever find yourself in DC—whether you're in trouble or just need backup—Danny is just a phone call away." I was going back to DC.

"Revive him, I need him alive." "Yes, Sir." Dr. Danny respond respectfully, and carefully not to offend whosoever he is. I felt a chill run down my spine as Dr. Danny began to work on the man, trying to revive him. I couldn't shake off the feeling that we were in grave danger, trapped in a sinister game with unknown players.

Dannie nodded his head then looked at the man, "But unfortunately, this man is not the man I sent to scare you." "Hah?" “Yup, this man is not the one I hired-“ Dannie then narrowed his eyes as he put his hands beside his mouth, just like the movement of people who are gossiping, “It looks like someone else really wants to kill you. Could it be that you do have enemies?” He whispered, even though it shouldn't be a whisper because he spoke quite loudly. "Ah! Or could it be that this person is someone sent by someone who has a grudge against you because you often do evil things like this?”

He stepped up to the unmarked car, his mouth moving like he was asking if he could help the uninvited guests. A pit formed in my stomach as the van doors opened, revealing Biter, Jarhead, and eight other goons from the Pantomath's gang. All are equipped with phasers. Fuck. "He's here," I stated sharply. Daxton's eyes widened, looking at the car, knowing exactly what I meant as the last person got out of the car. The Pantomath. We were out of time. I looked over at my mom. "You need to hide, Mom."

"Get down! We're going in!" Carl yells and I can only share a freaked out look with Danny before we have to jump out along with everyone else, "Shields first." The 'Shields' are us, bonded men. Danny, Samuel Wong, Alan Parker and me. This is it. The moment of truth.

Daphne blinked several times to make sure she wasn't dreaming. The man that had always given her sweet torture in her dreams was a real person and was right before her. He stood there, his presence both comforting and unnerving. She took a deep breath, trying to steady her racing heart. "Hey, Short thing." He called. "Short thing?" she asked incredulously, her voice tinged with annoyance. "You shouldn't call me that."

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.

“Mr. Danny… is it?” Dan glared at the tall, lean man like a clumsy shophouse to an elegant skyscraper. "I don't know what business you have with the stupid girl. But she's no longer Rum’s assistant. So get all your asses out of here!" Ellis stepped forward, his chin held high in a regal manner, his usually brilliant gaze narrowed to the fierce glare of a beast. “Mr. Danny….” His voice was so low and threatening, it made the hairs on my arms stand. “Ever heard of Lykostan?”

Will Dante help me? ******************************************