Danny Phantom Vlad Plasmius Novels & Stories

Ever since he entered this room that looked like a large meeting room, Aryadi could only pacing around restlessly. The door to the room suddenly opened and a burly man in a red coat entered. Linda recognizes him as Rokan Allegro, a vampire who leads the Indonesian Immortal Center or INDICENT as well as this headquarters. The man had a stern face with blue eyes and dark skin. Just like Elder Damar, he is also a Caucasoid of the Halmahera Tribe, which is mysterious in the eyes of humans. “Master.” Linda gritted her teeth as she moved a little closer. “Why did the witches find Barbara's place being held captive this late? We won't have time to save that girl!”

vamp (plural vamps) Noun A flirtatious, seductive woman, especially one who uses sexual desire to exploit men. [ca. 1915] ~ A certain group of strippers are forced to reunite under tragic circumstances. When one of them is found murdered in her home, the five of them come together to form an ally, their aim, to bring the killer to justice. But somewhere along the line, they find their lives entangled each in a bigger mess.

The once formidable vampire elder, who had posed a grave threat to Chastity and the entire pack, found himself unable to withstand the relentless assault from the united front of the Red Moon warriors. Xander, fueled by a potent blend of rage and determination, delivered powerful blows that weakened Dylan's defenses. Limuel, the seasoned beta, exploited every opening with calculated strikes, leaving the vampire elder increasingly vulnerable. Ethan, showcasing the skills he had honed through intensive training, added his strength to the onslaught. Jack, with his agility and strategic acumen, complemented the assault with swift and precise movements.

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.

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

If he didn’t need her to willingly give her blood for his plans to work, he wouldn’t be going through all these troubles. For the devil’s sake! How can one female be this foolish? Hell knows what they all see in that miscreant, Krisen. “You will really help me?” Dimitri questioned softly as she played with her fingers. A wide smile spread out on William’s face, “Of course... You help me and I help you. In the end, we both win.” He said in a pleased tone. Dimitri’s head bobbed up and down, “Fine.” If shaking hands with a Demon is the only way out, then she will do it.

Evelyn POV “Phantom there's no way in hell I am wearing this!” Zombie complained as he held the pink t-shirt that read: ‘Down to DEFCON’. Buddha walked into the conference room with a huge smile on his face. “I don’t know Z, this shirt is pretty awesome.” He looked down at his own pink t-shirt that he had cut into a tank top. “I think pink is our color.” Zombie rolled his eyes. “You don’t even understand computers but yet you are wearing a shirt that only makes sense to computer people!”

Nothing really is perfect but I love it and them all the same. “You realize,” Vladimyr muttered, glaring out the window as the trees passed by in blur, “..that our enemy this time is a duke who commands devil's knows who, makes artificial soldiers like homunculi, and would love nothing more than to dissect our insides, right? Especially Katie’s. No offense though.” “None taken.” The young vampress didn’t even blink. “He sounds like someone who needs a good dissection himself.” Victor leaned forward. “Oh! We should bring scalpels.”

Violet flickered, then bled out and turned a deep, permanent gold. “What are you doing?” Jasmine screamed, slamming the emergency switch. “Drown her!” Behind the wall, steel gears screamed as the floodgates unlocked. Fifty million gallons of boiling sulfur-sludge roared through the drains below, ready to wipe the shafts clean. It never made it. Eight miles away, Damon was already wrapped around the main southern conduit. He didn’t look like the man she remembered. No cool blue eyes, no clean suit. His skin was black scale and violet light, claws buried three feet into iron.

I winced in sympathetic acknowledgment, observing her empty a whole tray of plasma mixtures into a tap behind a bar. "Pella!" shouted the same guy, with an impatience in his voice characteristic of a starving Feral. “I said hold your damn tongue, Vlad!” she growled, her eyes flashing a harsh, predatory red that forced the wall of a man to visibly shrink into his seat. Her fangs slid out a hair's breadth, not quite to where a human might notice, but definitely enough for me. I stood there a moment before she skillfully placed the tray in one hand and swiveled her hips in a saunter over to a table, throwing a death glare at the guy before setting his drink in front of him first, spilling dark