Vlad Danny Phantom Novels & Stories

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.”

Sooner or later, the company would bleed under his leadership, and Vlad would make sure he paid for every loss. Vlad sank onto the couch and noticed the phone his brother had left behind. Surprisingly, it wasn’t locked. Unlocking the screen, he froze, staring at the wallpaper—a half-naked girl. Her face wasn’t visible, but the lips captured in the frame and the golden curls cascading down her back were unmistakable. “Stas forgot his phone. I’ll bring it to him,” Darvin said, gripping the device tightly as he stood. The men were so absorbed in their discussion that they didn’t even notice Vlad leave.

My cheeks reddened and I saw Dante nod at the man before he walked toward me, handing me a plate of waffles. “You are going to make me gain ten pounds this evening” I said, grabbing my fork. The waffles were filled with chocolate and the smell alone was enough to make me want to moan out in pleasure. “You are a wolf, a few hours and you’d have these calories burnt anyway. Plus, it’s not like you’ve eaten anything all day” Dante said, taking a bite off his waffles “and there is no girl in the world, in my perspective at least, that doesn’t feel better after having chocolate”

Jessica leaned in slightly from the side, trying to catch the low words, brows knit in confusion. Father and son stood locked in a silent, furious staring contest like two predators sizing up who would blink first. No one refuses to back down and Dante clearly wasn’t going to let anyone have their way with him or Aurelia. All of a sudden, Dante’s phone vibrated sharply in his pocket. He fished it out without breaking eye contact. Vladimir. His best friend and the only person he could trust in this twisted world and his political family. He swiped to answer, already lifting it to his ear. Before he could speak- Vladimir’s voice cut him. “Dante.”

Danny looked exasperated. "I'm just the person in charge of the Lonla division for Vitality Biotech Group, and I work for the founder. I only do what my boss tells me to! You told tales about me in front of my boss, and you said that you're the only one who can sign a six-year exclusive agreement with Vitality Biotech Group. What is my boss going to think of me? Are you the boss of Vitality Biotech Group? How dare you speak like that in front of my boss? Anyone would think that you had bought me over, or that you have the goods on me!" Danny continued.

My other hand balled into a fist, as I let my ice cream drop, pulling Danny along towards the exit. “The crazy desire for blood, the presence in the night, the irritated reaction to garlic…” Danny kept on muttering things as we left. I could smell the fear all over him. I turned to him, grabbing his chin and pushing his head up. “What the fuck is your problem?” I asked, as I let go of him almost immediately. “He's a vampire.” He said, his hands shaking like he was about to suffer epilepsy. “Moon Goddess,” I said under my breath, rubbing my face with my palms as I sighed. “There's no way I'd get beaten by a vampire, that thing was way too strong, and his obviously not a vampire.”

Vladimir’s heavy dark voice dried Dante’s throat and words blocked in his mouth seeing the dark man towering over him. Vladimir raised his hand in the air and One of his men handed him a golf stick. He raised the stick in the air and hit Dante in the face so hard that even the wind shook in terror along with Rose and Dante’s body. He let out a painful screech as his face ripped open and blood slashed on Vladimir's face. “Nooooo!” Rose screamed loudly, “Please stop! Don't hurt him!” She cried out and begged the man whose face was hidden in the darkness of night. “Hurt me if you want but not him! Pleasee…”

“I’m not going to kill him, Darius. I’m going to remind him. Remind him who I was. Who I am. I want him to look me in the eye and remember. And then I want him to fear.” As she turned toward the mirror to fix her lipstick, Darius added in a low voice, “You said you’d call in someone worse than Kain.” “I will,” Valeria murmured. “Someone even I fear. He’s not a mercenary. He’s a phantom. They call him Wraith. He disappears like smoke and leaves only death behind. He owes me a favor.” Darius tilted his head. “And Bain?” “He won’t see it coming.” Later that evening…

"The Russian. Age. Inks. Whatever stands out." I covered my mouth and nearly shuddered, recalling the intimidating presence of that Russian guy. "Tall, broad shoulders. Light brown hair. Black and brown snake tattoos on his arms, hands, neck. Big scar on the right side of his face." "Ah. It's Vlad." Vlad? Oh shoot. It was the same name Lele mentioned earlier. "Who is he? Is he from Belgrade, too?" "I'm not sure. That guy's an ex-con." Niccolo spoke in a hushed tone. "He's one of Ilya's most trusted, Kel."

“Sorry to let you down, but nothing to report. No cold spots, no mysterious noises, no shadowy figures. Just Phantom.” “Phantom?” “That’s what I’m calling the cat.” “Well, I wouldn’t get too comfortable in the house just yet. Maybe the entities need some time to get geared up after being dormant for so long.” Tilting his head, Brad scrutinized his young lunch companion, again trying to figure the man out. “You completely believe in all that stuff, don’t you?” “Absolutely. In fact, I have a ghost in my apartment.” “Is that so?” “Yup, a slave girl named Melinda.”