Danny Phantom Vlad Masters Novels & Stories

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!”

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.

Hector wove and threw a stream of lightning, Vlad vanished from his sight but reappeared tight in front of him, grabbing his throat and lifting him off his feet. The grip was a vice, Hector could feel his larynx crack under its sheer power, but he remained steadfast, he will not spill anything to him. "Tell me!" He shook his head choking still, until slowly he felt numbness become him. Vlad felt his only clue to her now wasn't worth killing just yet, passed out he threw him down. "Marcus! Lester!" The two who was manipulating the lights the whole time came in. "Master?" "Tie this runt up, and let's head for Transylvania, there atleast I may find more answers"

“Wyot Dalibor, Wynton Yanes, and Henrik Declan.” The Ancestral Blood Master’s phantom shared the names of the cultivators dispatched into the outside territory. James immediately lit up with joy.

Hoping she could tell him something at least. Although he could tell that Valeria was not like Victoria or Lindsey. She was a fragile human being. As expected, Valeria had no idea. Valeria shook her head and narrowed her gaze again. "My name is Winston Hound. I am the vampire Master from Rome. And I am the man you are fated with. I am your mate." Said the vampire master standing in front of Valeria. Valeria's eyes widened as she looked at the man standing in front of her. She was staring into his eyes while breathing heavily. She never expected to be with a vampire master. But she was somewhat happy knowing that her mate was a vampire master. That too a man who looked like a Greek God. Looki

And he says he is willing to help master because he finds her amusing. ‘WHO’S HE DAMN IT!’ Viex snarled loud enough that Custard and I jumped back. See? Very intimidating for his small size. ‘It’s Malduk.’ Custard’s ears dropped down guiltily as he avoided our eyes. ‘The same spirit that possessed master before.’

a voice so silvery, so low sounded from the bedroom door without warning that all of the occupants of the room turned an immediate ear. Matteo shot a look at the intruder and so did Amanda who, for some reason, felt a sudden chill at the soles of her feet upon seeing the man. It was the Master of the castle - the Vitalis Master - standing with an aura of superiority. Together with him was a black panther which took a guarded stand near him, looking every bit a hungry predator to Amanda and Matteo.

Vlad laughed softly as the general approached him with a raised hand. "I'm general Hank Marshall and I have a warrant for this woman, Ms Hera Constantine. We don't want any problems sir," Hank bellowed in authority. Vlad smiled and shook the offered hand. "This woman is my wife and the queen of the vampires, are you certain that there is a warrant for her arrest, Hank," Vlad asked. "And who are you, may I ask," Hank scowled angrily. "I am the true vampire king Vlad Drăculea," he grinned, bowing his head slightly and the guns left me and were directed at him.

“You never cease to crack me up with your dark humor, Ghost,“ Dante said, as his laughter dwindled. Ghost scoffed at his foolishness and looked away. It was only a matter of time before he forces Camilla to choose between her life and giving him some space. He's fed up with that bitch! “I called you three here because we need to settle another pressing issue,“ Don Carianno began, and then he tossed some pictures on the table. “Vlad,“ Ghost said, taking up the pictures, he knew the man, they all did. Years ago, he used to be the underboss of the Russian Mafia. But after Ghost killed every single one of them, Vlad escaped. Went into hiding. Turns out he's back to the surface. “Yes, but he goes