Public Enemies Danny Phantom Novels & Stories

I NEED to know who he is, and something tells me I won’t discover much if I approach him as Phantom Reaper. I don’t really even know who I actually am, to be honest. I never indulged in friendships or relationships with others. It’s just always been survival. The only person I had any kind of positive relationship was my mother. I don’t know my father but because of my hair color, I’m fairly certain my father was Christian Bartoa. I know he frequented the slave cells whenever he was bored, and the urge arises so it doesn’t surprise me, but I don’t intend to ever claim him nor carry his surname. The thought of actually SPEAKING to Damien makes me feel a weird sense of anxiety. I’m unsure if i

“Boys, you can relax for a while. The you go back on playing. Okay?” “Yes, hyung.” The boys chorused. Oh, they are really cuties! Then they turn to us. “Hello again, Iyah-noona! Hello, Ayla-noona! I’m Danny, the drummer and a cousin of JD-hyung. Nice to meet you.” Danny introduced himself to Ayla-unnie. “Hello, Danny. Nice to meet you.” unnie said. “And I like your necklace, very fashionable.” She commented. “Thank you, noona.” Danny said with a smile.

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."

Claire P.O.V Danny has been the Beta and Ethan Randall's right-hand man for nearly two decades. It's quite the perk for Danny; besides being the Beta, he knows the ins and outs of the money-printing business owned by the Alpha, the ruler of The Silver Fire Pack. Danny didn't answer my question immediately. He just stared at me with his light brown eyes—warm and bright colours, especially in the summer. "Is it because the Alpha already has a fiancée that this is bugging you?"

Dante smirked, knowing that my body was feeling like fire with each passing second his skin was on mine, and seeing as he didn’t let go, I knew that he was feeling the same bond. “I am not, I am trying to get you to stop squirming and maybe drop the attitude. Dropping the attitude might take a while, but you not squirming would make things easier for the two of us to talk and end this conflict. Plus, I do suggest that you make your decision quickly because I ordered coffee a while ago and Daniella is coming here with it” he said, keeping his eyes on mine, knowing what he was using against me. “You are a fucking prick” I said, glaring at him as he let me go. I walked to sit on the couch, seei

If there was one thing I vowed, as a Luna I would never have my pack live in fear of their leaders, not like Alpha Westley did, they would never go hungry or suffer sleepless nights due to my actions, and while I itched to get to my mate I forced myself to take a moment while Greyson was talking with one of the other fighters. “What’s your name?” I asked the man, wondering if I would still remember it in a few months, and vowing to try. “Danny.” He uttered seeming wary and I nodded. “Are you injured Danny?” “No Luna, just a few scratches.” He stated and I weighed that for a moment before continuing. “Thank you.” “What for?” “For fighting. For keeping your pack safe.” I stated and watched as

Danny heard a series of explosions from the hotel lobby. His eyelids fluttered. He frowned anxiously. Soon, there was dead silence upstairs. Danny hesitated for a long time before finally making up his mind. He slowly walked upstairs. By the time he reached the thirteenth floor, he was out of breath. However, he stopped breathing altogether when he saw the scene in the corridor. The corpses on the ground were all bleeding profusely, and they included the Shadow Guards' corpses.

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.

He ticks his head in a small gesture and I stiffen, unsure what he just signaled. I watch three of my warriors shift back to their human form- Logan, Lyle, and Danny. Confusion is stretched across my face as the three of them join Justin’s group. “What the fuck is this?!” I scream out at my warriors. Logan and Lyle have been part of the warrior squad for years. Danny is younger. He is only sixteen years old and recently joined the squad, but he’s been so motivated to improve. He’s always been a bit of a smartass, but nothing that stood out as out of the ordinary. Lucas and Aurelian growl as they watch two of my best warriors join Justin. Logan and Lyle have their heads down in shame as if th

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.