Danny Phantom Vlad Novels & Stories

But the smile wasn’t his. “To file a petition for parental rights over my child with Saoirse, of course.” The words gutted me. Pain tore through me, ripping a scream from my throat. “You’re a monster! Let Renzo go! Who are you?!” He chuckled darkly, leaning close, his hand sliding over my swollen belly. “Shh. I’m Vlad. It was easy to steal your mate’s body, with help from one of my dearest daughters—Halo. She, too, was rejected by an Alpha. Witches scorned are dangerous, you know.” His laugh was sharp, cruel.

* Selene had furiously fisted her palms and landed a bone cracking punch on Maverick's left ribs! Vlad wasn't concerned with this. His eyes fixed keenly at Anita, but he couldn't detect any answer from her. " Get out!" He snapped his fingers unexpectedly, making Anita and the rest to vanished into thin air. Damien was confounded, and he glanced at Vlad with indescribable eyes. " My king, you let them go?" " You aren't blind," Vlad's tone was indifferent and bone chilling. He ignored Damien and shut his eyes to calm his unstable heart.

"He is an opportunist." ​"And he won't be a problem much longer," a voice hissed from the dark shadows of the intersecting archway. ​The three of them froze. ​From behind a towering pillar of basalt, stepping out into the dim ambient light with slow, deliberate arrogance, came Vlad. His midnight-black cloak was slightly tattered at the hem, and his scarred face twisted into an ugly, venomous sneer. He kept his hands hidden beneath his cloak, his dark eyes locked entirely onto Laura with a desperate, pathetic malice.

But his silence was sad, crushing whatever hope I had left. " Five..." Damon’s voice was laced with amusement. He was enjoying this, watching me break, watching Alex falter. Then, out of nowhere, a figure crashed into Damon, sending him across the floor. It was Phantom, the final member of the Prime Order. Damon hit the ground hard, clearly caught off guard. Phantom’s entrance was so sudden that even the shadows Damon controlled flickered for a moment, losing their form. “Couldn’t let you have all the fun without me,” Phantom said.

I remembered that I used to love when my mother would make mashed potatoes and the apples that she picked from our tree before we ran from the city. The vampires talked among one another as they ate, each one looking astoundingly perfect in every way. Humans often envied vampires for their looks, as did I when I was younger. I stood silently next to Master, as did some of the other slaves and pets. A few vampires kept their pets on their lap, such as the vampire sitting next to Master. Xander is what I came to find out his name was. He seemed to be a good friend of Masters since he's the only one I've seen Master talk to this entire time.

. . Seb Pov "Me? Well handsome my names Cassandra. And as to why I'm here…" She trailed off thoughtfully tapping her red nails against her red lips. "I'm here to raise hell" Cassandra said simply. The vampiress leapt gracefully from the top of the boulder, landing directly in front of them. Her male counter parts followed her lead. Seb held his ground. He didn't get this far to get intimidated by a group of vamps. One other stood out more than the other male vampires. He was a taller and his dark complexion would allow him to easily blend into the shadows. He stood protectively closer to Cassandra than the rest; ready for anything. Seb sized him up. If things didn't go well he would have to

He had taken Rhodes' golden boy hostage in one swift move, triggering an all-out conflict with Blumedale's top brass. Antonio's heart pounded harder than it had in years. He thought Andrew was not just dangerous—he played the game at a level that made seasoned veterans break into cold sweats. Andrew glanced at Dylan and Natasha. "There's a guy from Blumedale's underground scene who goes by Phantom Eye. You two know anything about him?" Dylan's face went pale. "What? Kenny actually called in Phantom Eye? That maniac?" Natasha's expression turned serious. "Darling, Phantom Eye got his name because of his missing eye—one of them is completely blind. No one knows his real name, especially us low

He stood up immediately and hurriedly took a deep bow. "Adrik." The silhouette ignored his son on the ground and gazed intently at Adrik, who wasn't in the least surprised at his sudden appearance. "Vlad." Adrik's lips arched up and he gazed at the silhouette that was known as the one and only Vlad the Impaler, the strongest and ruler of all vampires. His entire body was draped in a black cloak, and his dark raven short hair matched his pitch-black eyes, which complemented his pale skin and gave him the appearance of a young man.

I wondered what her story was. “She traps people in her snare.” She elaborated, “That’s what fae fairies are good at. Inside the prison, her mind games won’t work but out here, I can’t say much. I’m Danny by the way. You’re the Russian vampire who stole blood bags from the hospital you worked at, right? Pleased to meet you.” “Same here, I guess? What did you do?” I blurted out. “Oh, I wiped out a group of werewolf hunters.” She said casually like she’d just dropped a few biscuits in her tea.

Flinging his hair back, he stared into the light, unable to see who questioned him. “Who? Who do you speak of? I am Dallin.” Creed’s claws reached through the barricade of bars into the unsuspecting victim, his claws raked down his chest, causing a shriek of pain to run through the iron bars. Falling backward, the vampire leaned up against the wall, far away from where the claw had originated.