Danny X Vlad Novels & Stories

DON VITO SOME YEARS AGO, “Bring her in.” “I hope you did a neat job. No one saw you?” “Not at all,” Danny answered. Danny is one of my secret agents who does dirty jobs for me. Smuggling, Kidnapping, Murdering. He was good, sharp, and fast. He was the right person to do this job. I know how much Antonio loves and protects his sister. I already had him disoriented after I made one of my men at his place steal the suitcase.

Nicholas’ brown curls stick to face due to the sweat he was drenched in, his red and widened in fear but yet he continued to deny… Vlad punched Nicholas square in the jaw and Rain could’ve sworn she heard the sound of a bone breaking. Vlad reaches for the gun in his waistband and points it at Nicholas' head, his eyes narrowed and dark, the look in his eyes scared her...She knew right there and then that if she didn’t do anything, her brother would be dead. “Last chance, Nicky,” Vlad said in a low voice “Where is Xander’s merch?” Vlad turns off the safety of the gun and then his lips stretches into a wide and dangerous looking grin.

Vadim asked, placing his hands over the fire while the three vampires that tied Vincenzo stood beside the wooden beams. “I would die trying to deliver your head to Darius.” Vincenzo snarled, his voice filled with rage. Vadim snickered. Next to the fire was a wooden table with different weapons; axes, blades, daggers, and stakes. Vadim scoffed before he reached for an ax. He stepped toward him and struck the ax on Vincenzo's chest, breaking his ribs. He screamed and his voice echoed through the empty room while Vadim pulled the ax down to his stomach.

We consequently yelled, raising our glasses like some sort of pact. "To us, the pole strippers" She yelled as she laughed, rather loudly. "That gives us away too easily" I replied. "-the vamps" Jacq interrupted, hefting her glass a second time. "Too cliché" Wu eye rolled, bringing out her stash of blow. "Well, we can certainly cheer to one thing" I said as i held up her glass. "None of our lives is really a cliché" "To us, the vamps" I raised my glass again with a smile.

None but one: Judith. Vlad and Judith were comrades in arms. They saved each other, covered each other, killed, slept, ate, and fought next to each other. Vlad was excited because he is finally meeting a real match for his skill and power. He is meeting his buddy, Judith. The only soft thing about Judith was his name. Aside from that, he's a savage fighter and ruthless battler. And on the opposite side to Vlad, Judith never searched for the meaning. He only wanted to chase more, kill more, and fight more. So he found his place under the command of mafia boss: Don Ilnero.

Brenda rushed over and gave Danny a huge hug. “I was so worried for you. Here, I made you breakfast. Dingo said that you liked waffles.” She said in her motherly voice. Danny was just staring at Marcus. But then seemed to pull herself together. “I love waffles, they are my favorite.” She said as Brenda walked back to get the syrup warm for her. I stepped forward protectively, “Danny this is Marcus, he is the lead Alpha of the Counsel of Alphas. Marcus, this is Danny, my Mate.” I said clearly.

What is the purpose of your existence? Danny was the eldest grandson of the Huxley family. If something went wrong, they certainly couldn’t leave him out. Ava whispered consoling words to Victor, “Mr. Huxley, now is not the time to get angry. Amelia usually takes excellent care of Danny. Because Danny is very intelligent, the servants cannot stop him from going out, nor can they lock him up. Given Danny’s intelligence, I believe nothing will go wrong. Let them continue searching.” As she spoke, she wiped away her tears and appeared extremely anxious about Danny’s situation.

he exclaimed. Wade and Alex exchanged uncertain glances, struggling to fully comprehend Danny's intentions.

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.

Marble dust filled the air, the floor beneath the masquerade littered with fragments of shattered stone and streaks of blood. The circle of vampires pressed closer, their jeweled masks glittering in the candlelight as the duel raged on. Sylas rose from the cracked floor with effortless grace, as though he had not been hurled like a rag doll. Blood ran from the corner of his mouth, but his smile was wider than ever. “Oh, you’ve still got it,” he said, voice ringing with delighted mockery. “But tell me, Valerius… are you fighting for her, or merely for your pride?”