Danny Phantom Vlad Masters Novels & Stories

He looked offended and confused at the same time when Zachary’s men were laughing at him. He didn’t understand why they were so calm about this. His boss got that that young master’s red card and Zachary Dawson was not supposed to be this calm. Not to mention he seemed to bring only ten of his men. “You ugly bastard! Who you are talking to our young master like that?!” They snapped at him, made him almost flinched. He was not supposed to be scared but that man they called young master Dawson stood so tall and mighty in the middle really bring out the different dark aura.

Rebeca left to heal Liam and Ben they both were writhing in pain. Xander was fighting with Cyrus. On the other side, I found that Selene was there too with the army of Vampires. A young boy slightly looking like Selene, was leading the vampire army so wonderfully that it felt like for them Cyrus’s army was nothing more than some kids playing fight with them. King Ralph was fighting with a thin and tall man who was looking like a charming prince from a storybook. His pale skin and red were glowing in the red moonlight. It was very easy to guess that he was none other than King Vlad. In front of him, King Ralph was nothing. In two or three strokes he threw King Ralph on the ground. I was also

Xavier's voice came out icily as his face was devoid of emotions. "Thompson and Gad are dead! My two most trusted guys are dead...Xavier!" He turned to Xavier, looking very angry. It was evident from his brows coming together. "Oh about that he scratched his nape lightly. It was the "Doom's gang. Young Master as he's always addressed is their leader" "Young Master! That boy is growing wings every damn fucking day. I will deal with him!" After a few seconds. He tried to calm down himself by taking breathing in and out.

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

"Duke Amos." Phil let go and bowed respectfully, while I fell to the ground with a pang of dizziness. "Phil, if I remember correctly, she's supposed to be Noah’s pet, right?" In front of me, a young male vampire slowly landed in mid-air. Short light brown hair, tall body, very magnetic voice, wearing a black shirt. Slightly raised his head, posing a downward gesture, that seems to penetrate from the soul of the noble and majestic, his eyes as if there is no room for anyone.

At this time, she once again breathed a sigh of relief, but then she remembered one thing as she asked the driver, "Was it Mr. Stefan Dahl who asked you to pick me up, sir?" The driver only said the word "Master" earlier, but Vivian remembered that only Stefan Dahl was called "Master" in the mansion while Steen Dahl was called "Young Master." What's more, she had seen the man drive for Stefan Dahl several times, and that was why she had assumed that it was indeed Stefan who had ordered the old man to pick her up today.

Danson narrowed his eyes as he cried in a low warning tone, “Dr. Yarde, watch out!” He dashed forward and countered with a punch. There was a bang before he stumbled back and crashed against the stone wall. “Cough, cough…” A stream of blood coursed down Danson’s mouth. On the other end, Jude stayed unmoved as he sneered cynically, “I’m from Eternalporium, and you, a rogue practitioner, actually have the guts to throw yourself in front of me?” Danson was shocked. The power was so strong. Was the man really only a grandmaster?

"Who is he?" "Master—" "Answer my question?" Master William yelled. I could hear my heart drumming in my own ears. "Do you have any interest in him?" He questioned, clenching his jaw. I nodded, immediately earning myself a hard stinging slap on my left cheek that had me landing on the floor. Tears stung under my eyes, I didn't dare look up. I didn't dare stand up.

A teenage guy screams, slapping dirty blonde on the back. I gulped heavily reaching for his dick.... "What the fuck are you doing slave!!" I jumped in fright at the voice of my master, I looked behind and oh no... he isn't happy. He is one angry beast right now.

Blood dripped onto the table as his voice thundered. “How did they get back on their feet so quickly?” he snarled, his fiery eyes locking onto the man before him, Vasyl "The Viper", a notorious figure in the Khalidan underworld. “ Vasyl, you assured me you had everything under control. You promised me they’d crumble!”