Vlad Danny Phantom Novels & Stories

“If you could, would you go back to The Hive?” “Yes, only to find one person. There has only been one person in this world who gave me a run for my money. It’s not as important to me anymore, but for a long time all I wanted to do is find the person.” Pausing he rubbed a hand against his jaw. “They call him Phantom.” A laugh left his mouth without any humor, “And people call me Ghost. The irony with the names is not lost on me.” I took a long sip of wine. Not sure how to respond. “It does seem quite clever.”

The halberd burst into blinding silver flames and emitted a terrifying roar as it stabbed towards the banshee again. At that moment, Vlad joined his palms together. Spiritual flames raged on his body as he roared, "Domain: Banshee of Darkness, Soul Shackles."

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

He’s six feet one. “Hi, I noticed you two when you got in. I was hesitant to come over here at first but I just had to after a few drinks. I’m Victor by the way”. He reached for my hand but I just stared at it for a minute when Vlad pinched my leg and it shook me off my zone. I reached for his hand and shook it but never said a word. “Nice meeting you Victor. I’m Vlad and this is my best friend, Davin. I need to go to the men’s room so I’ll leave you to it Victor my man!”

Chapter Four A figure clothed in black, tall and lean, with long black hair tied into a ponytail, appeared before me. I took a step back, ready to run, but he turned sharply, and his voice froze me in place. “Mira, you’re here already. I didn’t expect it to be this soon,” he said. I turned slowly to face him. “My name is Vlad. Blade’s youngest son,” he added, clearing his throat as he approached with a small, confident smile.

Elijah stated bluntly, looking at Matt as he did so. Raising his gaze, Dice met Elijah's eyes with a dead-serious expression and said, "I guess you don't know about the underground world of Syldavia. I know Vlad, and he's not just a simple watchdog. He is also an underdog that will do whatever is requested for the right price... including a kill order." Silence followed those words, and after a while, Elijah slowly lowered his head and closed his eyes, thinking things through. Then, opening them again, he said, "What was his order from Dean?"

She began, raising the one question that had formed since she'd seen the photograph. "He's my leader. What else do you want to know?" "A name would be nice considering that I've been hunting him for nearly three years." "His name is Demitri Van Santen." "It's nice to finally put a name to that blood sucking warthog." "Warthog huh? You sure do hate him a lot." He stated, not at all surprised by her attitude. "You would too if he killed the only person in the world who gave a damn about you."

Selina started, turning to the unknown young man who is now identified as her older brother. The young man sighed and nodded. “She’s a Phantom as well,” he said tiredly. “Withdraw Vigrid.” Vigrid which Yuri assumed is Selina’s weapon was withdrawn immediately, and Yuri did the same with her Odium, before both girls got to their feet, dusting their clothes off. The young man smiled at Yuri, and offered his hand which Yuri took, introducing himself. “This is the first time that we’ve met, I do believe,” he said with a charming smile. “I’m Sunny Chin. Phantom II. Nice to meet you.”

He looked utterly drained. "Mr. Gulley! Are you alright?" Spotting Cassian, Darren nodded, saying glumly, "I didn't manage to catch up to that bastard." Considering the fact that Phantom was a skilled expert, Cassian would've been shocked if Darren had successfully caught up to him. Darren's eyes were red as he snarled through clenched teeth, "That damned bastard! He killed so many of our villagers just to test his necromancy. He's a heartless monster! I'm going to kill him to avenge Roy and the others."

"A legal fiction, Zora. If the market thinks you're dead, they stop looking for your offshore accounts. I expected a copywriter's daughter to understand the power of a well-edited narrative." "He's... he's a phantom, Zora," Dante rumbled. His massive three-ton frame shifted, his obsidian claws leaving long, white scars across the flawless Carrara marble. A thick, dark stream of violet-tinted saliva dripped from his lower jaw, sizzling as it hit the cold stone. "His baseline... it doesn't have a heartbeat. It’s just... an interactive projection from the core frame."