Danny Phantom Vlad Masters Novels & Stories

I slowly turned around to face my nightmare with fairytale-like beauty. Master was looking at me more like killing me with his eyes. His eyes held possessiveness and anger. It was not jealousy instead it was a rage. A rage of seeing someone else touching his possession. His dagger-like gaze turned to that man who seemed to unaffected by his murderous glare. “Stay away from my woman Sinister.” I froze in my place hearing his name. Sinister. Sinister Valentino. Master’s brother. Something flashes in his eyes when he heard Master’s words turning his mesmerizing gaze towards me making eye contact.

He then glared at Zephyr. Zephyr was right, it was the Master of the Masters. He was angry. Truly, truly enraged. “Hmph, Zephyr Khan! You’re bold! How dare you come to the palace, causing trouble!” the Master exclaimed. When he looked at his armless partner once more, his anger had further intensified. He was an Agile of level five, a treasured personnel of the Dynasty. Not even the princes’ was as important as he. How could he not be enraged?

I said I was my master's blood slave – she says looking at Romeo, and he responds that I was used to giving blood to his species to eat. - A nocturnal is not my species. – Vlad says looking at her with icy eyes. – and it was probably a messed up half-breed. - No sir. I swear it was a nocturnal. His skin was smoking from exposing his skin to the sun when he thought the sun was gone. Just a look outside and he was screaming in pain. - And how did you escape?

She couldn’t imagine herself a slave to that man, if he looked that as a vampire that means he was over a thousand human years old, he gave her a disgusted look that made her know that he was interested in more than her blood, she wanted to gag. Prince Damien had a smile on his face, Lord Benedict was an old pervert who regularly buys young slaves and ends up killing them with his deranged preferences, it was so bad that any girl he buys does not live up to two weeks in his care, HIS girl will definitely not go with him.

"Mr. Bart, Peter Mahone—the former VP from your old company—says he has urgent business with you." I was surprised but agreed to meet him. Peter looked far older than I remembered. The arrogance that once defined him was gone, replaced by exhaustion and humility. "Rex, it's an honor to finally see you again," he said, handing me a business card. I glanced at it—his title read Independent Consultant. "And what brings you here, Peter?" I asked. He wrung his hands, voice low. "To be honest, I'd like to apply for a consultant position at your company. I've been in the industry for thirty years and have extensive connections…"

Sadie! My brain tries to boot me into a good means to escape, but my wobbly knees collapse, giving me a reason not to feel bad that I want the last package from my masters. *** *** The door creaks open and they stroll in, dominant, cocky, dangerous. It shuts right after Dante walks in, the king of adventure. Our eyes meet and he smirks. “Kneel.” Vladimir voices an order. I’m clean and naked, right in the middle of a room that oozes my sin.

Though he wasn't sure if he could go through with telling Demitri the truth and ultimately betraying his best friend. Mason had been the first vampire out of the coven, then only consisting of less than a dozen vampires, to speak to him in a way that made him feel equal to the elders and not lesser than. It was also Mason who helped him get his bloodlust under control after all the other vampires encouraged his ripper behaviour. Throughout his years as a vampire, he never could imagine doing anything that would cause Mason harm or that would hurt their friendship. But he wasn't so sure that this was something that could be kept secret. If Demitri wanted her dead then there had to be a reason

He took a glance at the bald,huge,dark skinned man. "Who are you?" "Maldini's representative." The man replied. "is this what we do now? Blacks have a say?" He questioned,pulling the first trigger. "Who is we?"The man in the middle asked. Anthony grinned at his reply. "You and I,of course" "there's no we." Anthony slammed his palm on his thighs. "you know what,you're right. There's no we or us. There's me and six church rats begging to be important."

He looked at me with disappointment. "How many times would I have to tell you this Amaya, I would never in my life hurt you." "How am I even supposed to stick with that when I don't even know your name?" "Faire enough." He chuckled. "My name is Damon." Damon, that's a nice name. Wait a damn minute. "Damon Salvatore?" I questioned. Even though they looked nothing alike, I couldn't help myself from asking. I mean what a coincidence this was. Meeting a vampire in real life whose name was Damon.

Strong hands caught me before I hit the ground. I blinked. Empty and dark eyes. Sharp cheekbones. A powerful presence that sent an instant chill down my spine. I knew this man. Even through my delirium, even through the haze of exhaustion and blood loss— I recognized him without missing a single beat. Vlad the Impaler. Vladislav Moroz. The most powerful businessman in the world. And Malcom was right behind me.