Danny Phantom Vlad Novels & Stories

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.

He left my eyes and looks confusingly at Mother Cassandra who's standing beside him. " This is Felicity Centola, Damon's fiancee." I saw Vlad's shocked face like he can't believe what he heard from mother Cassandra. I noticed how the environment is filled with tension. But after a few seconds, he suddenly laughs to lighten the environment. He looks at me from head to heels before looking straight into my eyes with a gleam of delight. " Hello, dear! I am Vlad Vera, the owner of this not-so-big boutique, it's my pleasure to meet you." He said in a humble tone. He smiles widely at me and by observing him, I noticed that he seems undecided whether to hug me or just stare at me.

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

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.

But for Danny, it was strange to be the owner of such a large villa with all of the human's peasants ready to serve him at any moment, and he wondered if he had made the right decision. It was true, as Camellana said, that when the ancient vampire awoke, he didn't waste any time in attacking the old witch; however, with Diana's assistance, he was able to do so quickly and efficiently, draining her blood and the blood of the rest of her minions in no time.

Dean walks out of the trees, now fully dressed. "She is my mate, vampires. Do not even think about hitting on her, she is a werewolf and not into vampires. Do not even think about putting your filthy hands on her," Dean says. I am surprised I did not realize the creature before I was a vampire. "I am no ordinary vampire, and I am an original. My name is Vladimir. Keep yourself out of my business, werewolf. I am not afraid of you, and I can kill you with the snap of my finger," Vladimir says.

He just stared at him, his entire body coiled tight, his emotions burning behind his eyes. “Will you do that for me?” Vladislav asked weakly, still smiling. Damien swallowed hard and gave a single nod. Blade and Karim appeared just then, stopping short when they saw the scene before them. Both men instantly looked like they could cry. Vladislav spared them a faint glance, his lips twitching into one last smile. “I wish you luck, guys. You must avenge our death… and take Silvano’s daughter home.” He gasped for air, each breath shorter than the last, his chest jerking once, twice… and then his body finally going still as he gave up the ghost.

Suddenly, Zompano hissed and the warrior fell down with a thud before taking long gasps of dear life and breath while Zompano clutched his bloody wrist tight before his wolf healed it back. “Vlad,” Zompano grunted at his Beta and the culprit behind Zompano’s bloody wrist. “We need as many warriors as possible right now, Alpha and killing our own won’t destroy the enemy,” Vlad said as he took back his weapon. “Where the fvck were you when all this happened ?” Zompano growled. “I went for one day- only one day on a vacation with my mate after God knows how many years and you got yourself charmed and lost our Luna and Witch Army that day only ?” Vlad growled back.

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.

Daemonikai’s insides turned cold, like a dash of ice water had been forced down his throat. Dread filled his gut. "It's me, V.D." "How dare you invade my space? I should rip your throat out." Vladya was looking at him but not seeing him. His eyes were wild with an intent to kill.