Vlad Danny Phantom Novels & Stories

THIRD PERSON Vlad takes a few deep breaths, fighting his Vampire, Martel, to stay hidden under his human scent. Once he has at least a sliver of control, he turns to Kolby and says, “Do you know which target is this new creature?” “No, Sir.” Vlad sighs and pulls out his phone, opens it and presses 3, the speed dial sounds, and then it rings. It is answered by the second ring, “Boss.” “Nicolas, this new creature, do you know who?”

Its ears had stood up straight, searching for the source of the sound, slowly breathing through its muzzle as its eyes searched round in the darkness and the woods for the one who made such sound It still had a Mark on its claws. The other had shifted back to his human form, and his pain had increased with his shifting process. He was weak beyond imagination. The Phantom was a powerful beast that night, and his strength had failed him when it came to fighting such a monstrosity. It searched until its eyes had caught the sight of something hidden within the trees. It intentionally reduced his breath, breathing slowly while it strained its eyes deeply into viewing what it had suspected to be t

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

Elves with power beyond the imagination of someone like Tony and the hybrid remained calm, breathing slow and steady. A slow smile spread over Tony’s face, turning into a grin that revealed a single gold canine on the right. “You crazy bastard,” he said with a chuckle. “You tell me who kill men, I get you to someone. Mentally crossing his fingers, Vanadine told the dealer what he wanted to hear. “It was Dimitri,” he lied. “Well, his men anyway.” “Which men?” Tony asked.

"Now, we send a message. I want every red vest, every Board hitman, and every rat in this city to know that the Phantoms didn't die at the airstrip." He looked at me, a silent promise in his gaze. "The Doc and I are going to have a talk with the city," Ruan continued. "By tonight, I want Evelyn Vance’s name to be a curse in every boardroom in Blackridge. We’re not just reclaiming the road, Vulture. We’re taking the whole damn city." As the Phantoms began to roar their approval, a guttural sound of loyalty and hunger, I looked at my hands. They were steady. My heart was steady.

A few moments later the large double doors decorated with antique ornaments in front of me burst open, and His Highness Vladislav Dracula aka Vlad the Impaler walked in. Vlad is one of the most intimidating Volders I've ever met, not only because of his title and power but also because of his physique. With a large build and nearly two meters tall, it was hard not to feel intimidated the moment he walked into the room. Long wavy black hair framing both high cheekbones, his face still typical of the nobles of old. A pair of black eyes looks like a black hole that has no soul, some say that Vlad used to have the same eye color as Dostov and Alice, namely gray, but an accident caused his eyes p

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!”

“You didn’t know?” Elena’s eyes widened. “You own… everything, don’t you?” Damon bent down to her face. His breath brushed her ear. “Not everything. Not yet.” Her friends whistled from the dance floor. “Go, Elena!” one of them yelled. She ignored them, heart racing. “I’m off the clock, Mr. Voss. You can’t boss me around here.” His grip tightened. “Call me Damon tonight.” His voice dropped even lower. “And I can do whatever the fuck I want in my own club.”

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.

“May we call on the witness to the stand, Mister Danny Wills." Danny was one of Vlad’s co-stars in his second movie. He was the one named by Lisa to have been with them at a party in LA. It was the same event where Vlad and Lisa said to have made a night of mistake. Yael began by asking Danny how long they had been friends with Vlad. It was a light conversation. While Yael was asking the questions, Mina was smirking on her desk, seemingly confident that there was no relevance to the defense’s request in having Danny testify in court. It was a mere recurrent narration of what Lisa had already told.