Danny Phantom Vlad Plasmius Novels & Stories

His red eyes narrowed in disbelief. “Who are you?” Vlador demanded as he stood beside Triana. The man wore a smile that matched his puzzled stare. “You are a vampire. I had no idea any lived out there.” He then glanced at Triana. “And more astonishingly, you are with a human girl.” “I asked, who are you?” Vlador reiterated. The man shifted to a friendlier smile. “My name is Dyan Verdonix.” Vlador’s eyes widened in shock. “You are from the Verdonix clan?”

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.

He scoffed. "Mitch?" "Yeah?" He answered in a gruff voice. "It's dangerous for you out there now." He looked up as Draco came in and sat down opposite him. "The vampire that awoke... Vladimir is his name. He is one of the elder vampires and dates far back as Lycans." "That doesn't sound good," she repeated. "It's not. Trust me," He muttered. "It was my uncle who put him to sleep... I'm sure he would be out for revenge now for the bloodline of whoever put him in the torture through these years."

I run straight into the rusted skeleton of the outpost, my bare feet catching the frozen steel as I hunt the scent of the woman who brought this poison to my borders. I find her lieutenant in a subterranean laboratory bay, a grey-furred northern pureblood named Vane who served as Diana’s personal guard during the trials. He is trying to dismantle a portable power core, his hands shaking as the sound of Clyde’s retribution echoes from the surface. "Looking for a script, stray?" Vane sneers, spinning around and flashing his long, yellow canines as he lunges toward me with a silver-tipped dagger. He is fast, but he is fighting a woman who has forgotten how to fear the dark.

Motivated by his desire for life in Hell to go back to how it was before the souls were released, he possesses the corpse of a sloth and since then pledged his loyalty to Darth Vader, the demon overlord. No wonder he couldn't pick up a scent, it turned out to be him after all.. His eyes glazed over as he mind linked Elias... "Yes, Nicklaus?" "Stop Hunting, you won't find it." Elias was Abit surprised and decided to call off the search before saying something.. "Did you find out the creature who got into the company?" "Belphegor, The sloth." Nicklaus ran his fingers through his hair and stood up unhurriedly.. Elias's movements were halted when he heard that name, Raphael curiously stopped wal

Vlad appeared before me and smirked. "Ballsy bitch, aren't you," he stated boldly and swiped at my chest. I jumped back and used my Telekinetic powers to make him fly across the room. He crashed into the mirrored wall, shattering several. "I didn't know about that," both brothers mumbled and I chuckled as I walked towards Vlad with my talons outstretched at my side. A new song started in my earbuds, seek and destroy, Metallica, I skipped towards Vlad and then burst to his back and ripped his right kidney out of his body. I jumped back and he sliced me in my forearm. I ran towards Ambrose and had him lick it closed. I held the healed flesh upwards and Vlad growled angrily and rushed towards m

Danny was now balancing on a tight rope, one wrong move and his ending would be inevitable. Danny drew his lower lip between his lip as he thought for a moment, before a look of sheer determination transformed his face. “If that’s what it takes,” he gave Nate a sharp nod, “then I will do it. Before me is my Queen, not Skylar. I want to prove my loyalty to you, Luna.” His eyes bored into mine, allowing me to observe the sincerity in them. Nate abruptly clapped his hands together. “Excellent. Maddie?” Maddie shuffled forward whilst rummaging in her pocket, before pulling out the now familiar clear vial. Danny’s eyes surveyed the pink liquid as he took the vial from Maddie’s grasp, before he ga

Vic answered the system. "Sure! Vic!!" "Okay. I'm Sternly Vic." "Just who am I and who the hell are you!"

He knew exactly what he looked like, and how that was affecting me. Attraction aside, I would never forget the type of man he was. He wasn't in league with actual Darkness like Nadia, but that did not make him pure and good as a whole. Washed in shades of grey, as the voices in the cavern had once told me. Dain Viotto, or the Game Master as he had become over the course of one hundred and seventy years, was the most dangerous person in this world.

His immaculate silver-trimmed military greatcoat was immaculate even in the dusty cave, his sharp, aristocratic features twisting into a dark, volatile rage as he looked at the bodies of his fallen men, and finally, locked eyes with Vivian. ​"You..." Vane hissed, his voice cold and sharp as a razor blade. He set the briefcase down, his right hand slowly moving toward the high-frequency plasma rapier mounted at his waist. "The Vance ghost. I should have turned Sector 4 into an ash heap the moment your name surfaced on the regional census. You think you’ve won because you played with the Syndicate's banks?" ​He let out a low, mocking laugh, his eyes flashing with a lethal, obsessive hatred. "T