Danny Phantom Vlad Plasmius Novels & Stories

Thank you so much for reading thus far! Dorin and the rest of the gang will be back in Phasma Phase 5 :D . The faces in the dark have all been unmasked, and the secretive Erian aka Elazar Ravante the Silver Tongue has gone to gods know where. Dorin, on the other hand, is much too busy having fun in the university to bother about such things. After all, there's so much he wants to learrn, even when he gets stuck inside the walled city during summer while his friends go home to visit their families.

He's around 16. Dmitri: A Russian vampire and a leader of a resistance outpost that was one of the firsts to fall to the Nero family. He has silvery, snowlike hair with ice baby blue eyes and has water powers, being able to manipulate its form (permanently or temporary) and its shape and temperature and its movements. He is mated to Jason Nero and has had a lifetime dream of having a dragon. His sister is Eva.

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 a serious face, Frey started talking about herself. There are two types of vampires.Pureblood and mixed-blood vampires.Pure-blooded vampires are the original descendants of ancestral vampires.While mixed vampires are obtained in various ways such as marriage between humans and vampires, or other ways.Frey is a pure-blooded vampire who has a body that looks the same as a human.Even so, she also has strength that exceeds ordinary humans.

Getting inside she didn’t expect to see a bronze statue of the man she had been seeing everywhere and it was really huge. “What’s with this guy?” she whispered. “He’s your president” she replied. “Victor Prime” she said. “I’ve never seen his face, but I’m sure he’s hot”. “How will you see his face when he wears those stupid glasses” Danny said making a face. “He has laser vision. If he takes it off, he could destroy this planet” she explained. “Oh!” she exclaimed. “Let’s go to the hall of heroes” she said pulling on her.

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!”

"For an A-tier Malevolent Phantom, your hunting methods are laughably sloppy. Compared to the others I've encountered, you're way behind." Daphne scoffed and rolled her eyes. "Ugh. I'm just trying to feed myself. Why waste time? And let's be real. You humans never really care how lowlifes like them die." Then, she stood up, her expression more serious. "Looks like I'm no match for you. But you'd better not lay a finger on me, because I'm the younger sister of an S-tier Malevolent Phantom. If you kill me, my sister will lose her mind, and she'll take down anyone in her path. You ready to deal with that kind of fallout?"

The halberd burst into blinding silver flames and emitted a terrifying roar as it stabbed towards the banshee again. At that moment, Vlad joined his palms together. Spiritual flames raged on his body as he roared, "Domain: Banshee of Darkness, Soul Shackles."

I said. Just as I was about to stand, Danny grabbed my arm. “Sir—the one who did it… is Mr. Vlad. He’s the mastermind. That’s what Mr. Marx wanted to tell you.” Vlad? Victoria’s father? He was one of the Nightshade division heads! “Get… revenge… please…” Danny gasped. “Please… bring… justice… for… my master…” His grip tightened for a moment, then loosened. His body fell limp onto the mattress. His eyes half-open, his breath gone. There was nothing more I could do for him.

I NEED to know who he is, and something tells me I won’t discover much if I approach him as Phantom Reaper. I don’t really even know who I actually am, to be honest. I never indulged in friendships or relationships with others. It’s just always been survival. The only person I had any kind of positive relationship was my mother. I don’t know my father but because of my hair color, I’m fairly certain my father was Christian Bartoa. I know he frequented the slave cells whenever he was bored, and the urge arises so it doesn’t surprise me, but I don’t intend to ever claim him nor carry his surname. The thought of actually SPEAKING to Damien makes me feel a weird sense of anxiety. I’m unsure if i