Danny Phantom Vlad Masters Novels & Stories

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.

Endless questions welled up in my mind. Hannah asked me to join her for dinner and I declined. I walked towards the room alone. A werewolf blocked my way, standing in front of me, his shadow drawn long in the dimly lit hallway. "You are Garyson's slave?" He raised an eyebrow at me. I recognized him. His name was Dane and he was Everly's master. I take a step back, keeping my distance from him. "Yes sir." I replied respectfully. Every slave could only address their master as 'master' and other wolves as 'sir'.

Yet, aside from that, he was also too close to slipping into madness. Davien just made it in time and rushes Cara to the hospital while he remained for a moment in that hellhole rat nest to clean them up. Killing every single one of them, save for one person. Walsh. “Damn you, Montreal.” The scarred face man, Walsh, grunted in pain when Damon pummeled a screwdriver to his side and then kicked him hard into the jaw. Sending the man to lay helplessly on the floor with the pool of his own blood.

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.

Young master Chapter 48 Welas and Alberto Mose enter the cellar, to torture Marvin, who they think is William. Marvin's face was covered in black cloth, and Welas quickly opened it. “Hah….” Compassion and Alberto were both shocked. "Who are you?" Welas asked. The man named Marvin looked up weakly. "I'm Marvin, Mr William's assistant." "Who told you to come?" Alberto snapped. "Master William, because he is visiting Fantasy Land, to meet his woman. So, I was asked to come here, replacing his business with meeting master Alberto Mose."

The phantoms knew who was friend or foe because they had come into the fortress, after him, waiting in the shadows for his signal. They had heard and seen everything. From Waylon's total disregard for their sister to the new subjects, he had recovered. They finally had an opportunity to let out their grief and they were executing with diligence. Two heads rolled to his feet, he looked down and saw they were from two vampires. "Your master did an excellent job of gathering all the amortals from far and near into his army," Wayne remarked. Drac smiled wryly, "He is no longer my master." "You made the right choice," he tapped him on the shoulder.

Muscles growled and dashed forward, charging towards Jack like a massive tank. Jack took a deep breath and dashed forward as well. Muscles was slower than him, and for someone like Jack who had spent the past few days training with Davies, this was not a challenge. Davies, pseudonym Phantom, was a speed beast whose true speed was easily greater than someone who had attained 6 Star mastery. It was too easy to avoid Muscles’ powerful punch and generate his own counter. Ducking beneath the giant Undead’s punch – which happened to be no problem at all given his large frame – he pushed his spear forward, gathering energy within his arms and thrusting forward with maximum speed and power! Spiralli

Master was now standing before me, separating me from Drake who was still on the floor. "What did you do to me you backstabbing bastard?" I hissed through my teeth. Master made no move and just crossed his arms, watching me. I couldn't read him, he was stoic and expressionless. If he wasn't going to answer me, then I would leave. I let my eyes wander around the room, looking for an opening. It was small, smaller than the rooms I was use to sleeping in. More importantly, it was a small stone room with no windows. I peeked around Master's shoulders and noticed a gate. Was I in a prison cell? Since when did the Manor have a dungeon? So I glared at Drake who had pieced himself together and stood

Vlad stood up and looked at Danté, then at Victor and Mishka, the only two who seemed on edge about him being out of that grave. "Who brought me back?" He asked. "I did" Danté said. "You don't seem to fear me..." Vlad said looking around "I gather that wolf is still alive?" "And she's Queen" "Blasphemy" "Is it? Human..." Danté mocked him. "Human!?" He yelled feeling is neck "How!?"

With limping leg, he walked towards the patio where Elijah and Master enjoyed their coffee. “Vasco,” Master muttered his name, not in the welcoming way he used to be. He was dying to know about Decker or any news related to him. “Master,” Vasco bowed a little and settled on the Synthetic Rattan chair. His back hit the cushion, and his body relaxed instantly against it. Ramona settled next to Elijah, skimming her with a disgusted look. “What brings you here?” Master picked up a cookie and crunched it. “Came to see you,” Master hummed, fetching a cigar from the box and cutting the edges.