Vlad Masters Danny Phantom Novels & Stories

Dennis Yankovich would have attested to that if he still had a tongue to tell tales with. "No blood. Understood?" Vlad said sharply. "It will not do to go to war with them." "Understood boss." Vlad cracked his knuckles and contemplated the hidden curves of the policewoman underneath her shapeless clothes. One day soon those curves would be revealed to him. His deadly eyes flickered as he thought of all the ways he could bring that stubborn spirit of hers to heel. He hoped that she would fight him, it would make the chase more interesting. Perhaps he would visit her again, make sure he wasn't imagining the intense attraction that had sizzled between them in the dimly lit interrogation room.

Everything seemed crazy. There was no utility on questioning Mr. Daniel more. He was on the edge of a mental breakdown: He refused to consume anything that is not canned and whipped with alcohol every surface before touching it. No one blamed him for his fear. But Flora and Claude knew that Daniel was never wrong. The killer that murdered a mafia man, may aim for the other. The mission of Vlad was not only supervising Daniel, but also protecting him and observing his surroundings. The killer will forcely appear near.

The overwhelming roughness on his face briefly made one consider escaping, but since the man in front of him was Liam, who carried a strong aura that forced down the intimidation the man was constantly trying. “I certainly did not think you could be intelligent. You impress me, boy. I am Vlad. What would you want to drink?” Vlad questioned while closely examining Liam, giving off the impression that he had never met the man and that seizing the materials that belonged to his company was merely a ruse to get in touch with him.

He was completely exhausted as he crashed down on a vacant chair. His phone rang again abruptly. He brought out his phone to see who the caller was, his phone ID showed 'Mr. Red.' Mr. Red was one of the most loyal friend to Vladimir and after a war with werewolves years ago, Mr. Red had volunteered to be in charge of the regional secret house here in Los Angeles.

Yet, aside from that, he was also too close to slipping into madness. Davien just made it in time and rushes Cara to the hospital while he remained for a moment in that hellhole rat nest to clean them up. Killing every single one of them, save for one person. Walsh. “Damn you, Montreal.” The scarred face man, Walsh, grunted in pain when Damon pummeled a screwdriver to his side and then kicked him hard into the jaw. Sending the man to lay helplessly on the floor with the pool of his own blood.

“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.

"Start the camera." Fidel turned on the recording equipment. The red light blinked on. Daniel's face appeared on the monitor chained and pale but with a stubborn set to his jaw. "For the record," I said to the camera, "this is Daniel Vanguard former CEO of Vanguard Weaponry. He has refused to confess to his crimes. What happens next is his choice." I walked over to Daniel with the knife. He watched me approach but didn't flinch. Didn't beg. Just kept that same defiant expression.

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."

Suddenly, Zompano hissed and the warrior fell down with a thud before taking long gasps of dear life and breath while Zompano clutched his bloody wrist tight before his wolf healed it back. “Vlad,” Zompano grunted at his Beta and the culprit behind Zompano’s bloody wrist. “We need as many warriors as possible right now, Alpha and killing our own won’t destroy the enemy,” Vlad said as he took back his weapon. “Where the fvck were you when all this happened ?” Zompano growled. “I went for one day- only one day on a vacation with my mate after God knows how many years and you got yourself charmed and lost our Luna and Witch Army that day only ?” Vlad growled back.

"Natasha, if you and Dylan team up, can you take him down?" Natasha let out a bitter laugh. "Darling, do you want to get rid of me that badly? Are you sending me on a suicide mission?" Dylan immediately chimed in, "Mr. Lloyd, if you ask Natasha and me to ambush a senior grandmaster, we could handle it easily. But Phantom Eye is way out of our league."