Danny Phantom Vlad Plasmius Novels & Stories

He dragged himself across the floor, his eyes fixed on the open doorway. I watched, numb with horror, as he crawled past me, his face pale and contorted with pain. He was dying, but he was escaping. Right behind him emerged Vladimir. He stood at the edge of the darkness, his immense frame filling the broken light. He was covered in blood—some Damon’s, some his own from the grazed rib—a terrifying, unstoppable engine of retribution. His eyes scanned the room, instantly calculating the positions of his enemies. "He is yours, Volkov!" Damon wheezed, managing to scream the words toward the open door. "He is yours!"

"We didn't ask you to torture them-" Jonathan was before him in a fraction of a second, cutting Boss off. His eyes flashed and Boss let out a strangled gasp. "But you did ask for our help all the same." Jonathan said, his tone taking on an otherworldly demonic hiss. "You allowed my father access to this plane to fight this war. What do you even think when you ask for help to a half Vampire and half wizard like me. Do not complain at our methods for winning. My mother is still your Queen, and my father is still a devil son. So, it makes me worse than two." Man stepped forward then. "The vampire is young, Prince. He still feels a connection to humanity. Do not take his words to heart. We are v

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.

You are so dead, motherfvcker ! “Well well well ! Who do we have here ? It is none other than Alpha Zompano and Beta Vlad. What a pleasure to see you both together here !!” Lady Nyssa’s sarcasm filled voice floated from behind the barbaric creatures and Vlad was far more furious to see her in flesh. “You are that damn Beta Demon’s mate !!” he spoke through clenched teeth as he recognized her in a jiffy. “That bastard managed to save you and your son, I see,” he practically spat the words out vehemently.

the commander replies and prefers nothing at all. “GOOD, let’s get down to business, my name is VLAD but most people call me DRACULA.”

He looked at me with disappointment. "How many times would I have to tell you this Amaya, I would never in my life hurt you." "How am I even supposed to stick with that when I don't even know your name?" "Faire enough." He chuckled. "My name is Damon." Damon, that's a nice name. Wait a damn minute. "Damon Salvatore?" I questioned. Even though they looked nothing alike, I couldn't help myself from asking. I mean what a coincidence this was. Meeting a vampire in real life whose name was Damon.

“Alright, it looks like the vampire strategy might work.” “It will work. And by the way, I am Vlad, fourth Prince of the vampire bloodline, learn to use my name.” I go out, followed by Chameleon, who, with a nod of his head, immediately leaves to warn all the fighters, then an explosion breaks the silence of this night. I run to see and notice that the hut's wall of the wounded hut literally pierced from side to side. The explosions continue going towards the forest, and I immediately start to put the pieces together.

Damien stood up, grabbed Vincent by the neck, and slammed him on the floor, made the floor shattered. That is a rare ability that Daniel has. Apart from having a sword that can kill anyone in one cut, he can stop the time for four seconds. For a vampire, four seconds is sufficient to kill an army of twenty people. Maybe, even more, depending on his fighting skills. “Kheeuuukkhhh~! ... ” Vincent squealed in pain, with Damien gripping him hard by the neck and slamming his head to the floor. Vincent completely collapses, with Damien still strangling Vincent by the neck to the ground. Vincent shrieked violently, while Damien just smiled lopsidedly with a very sharp gaze.

With a ruthless twist of his arm, he lifted the full-grown man off the ground and hurled him across the hangar, smashing him into a support beam with a localized detonation of dark plasma. "Form a perimeter! Fall back to the vehicle!" Malakai shrieked. All his royal arrogance had evaporated, replaced by a pale, sweat-slicked terror. He scrambled backward toward the open doors of the heavy-armored corporate transport, using his own men as human shields. "Deploy the plasma grenades! Kill it!" A Vanguard soldier pulled a metallic sphere from his belt, but before his thumb could prime the trigger, Dominic was already there.

The platform began to disintegrate into individual, floating shards. Vlad lunged for Laura, grabbing her waist as the ground fell out from under them, plummeting into the infinite dark of the Void. As they tumbled, Vlad looked back at the aperture. ​The image of Dave was still there, but now, his eyes were glowing—not with human brown, but with the same, predatory violet light that the Architects possessed. ​"They’ve reached him," Vlad whispered, a cold dread settling in his gut that no celestial power could warm. "They’ve finally reached him."