Vlad Masters Danny Phantom Novels & Stories

I have to admit that he's an imposing figure, with his wide chest and impossibly long frame. He stoops down and grabs the woman's chin, forcing her to face him. "I am Desmond Stewart and I am your master. From now on, until I free you from this bind, your will is no longer your own. You will forget everything that happens and your mind will be clear of any words, thoughts, desires, or feelings." He is glamoring her, and I am very confused. Aren't vampires limited to one attendant each by law? The woman's eyes seem to focus and unfocus, and a few seconds later, she smiles at him.

Strong hands caught me before I hit the ground. I blinked. Empty and dark eyes. Sharp cheekbones. A powerful presence that sent an instant chill down my spine. I knew this man. Even through my delirium, even through the haze of exhaustion and blood loss— I recognized him without missing a single beat. Vlad the Impaler. Vladislav Moroz. The most powerful businessman in the world. And Malcom was right behind me.

Well, there is nothing humble about this man's home from what I can recall, "You are making a big mistake, my friend. That hot little number will kill you if you take her Master. She is kind of really attached to me." But there is only a rumble of hideous laughter that comes from Vladamir's mouth. Now the man has never been a pretty sight himself. He has rather offish grey-black hair that falls over his shoulders, with a face that is sunk in at the cheeks and rather bony in most places. The man seems, when you have a first glance at him, that he has not fed in days, yet this is the face this creature has been blessed with. Needless to say, taking his beloved was not very difficult at the tim

No one is safe from my wrath if they stand between me and Ava. I stalked towards the stage where I saw a man stand proudly with a clean shaven head. It might be his attempt to look intimidating but something about him brushed me the wrong way. He was definitely 'Master' Kaduna. "Alpha Adrik." He nodded. I spared him a look and glanced at the army in front of me. There were thousands of armoured vampires. It was large as fuck. Maybe Adrik was planning to purchase some of them. He does not have the funds to buy the entire army.

But this does not go unnoticed. "Well, my dear Anastasia, seems that our dear Vampire Master does not think found of you. What on earth have you done to the man, for he does not seem his old self." "Yes, about that. See, I used to be his beloved.." Dante freezes in his steps and turns to me with once handsomely wicked smile. "Now that is quite interesting. What do you say we test his patience?" "Why on earth would you want to do that?" "Well, our Master has always been at odds with the woman I keep my company with."

Dean walks out of the trees, now fully dressed. "She is my mate, vampires. Do not even think about hitting on her, she is a werewolf and not into vampires. Do not even think about putting your filthy hands on her," Dean says. I am surprised I did not realize the creature before I was a vampire. "I am no ordinary vampire, and I am an original. My name is Vladimir. Keep yourself out of my business, werewolf. I am not afraid of you, and I can kill you with the snap of my finger," Vladimir says.

"Let me quickly freshen up, it seems you will be the one to tell Zinedine." ***** Carloro City (Spain): Adelena Mansion: "Tell my son that his presence is needed." Adelena told one of the servants who was cleaning and sweeping her room. She sat down on a table facing her huge mirror while applying light make-up in her already pale face. Vlad came in wearing an Alexander Amosu Vanquish II suit that costs more than $102,000. He wasn't wearing a mask on his handsome face, his red hair was neatly plait in cornrows. A black mask in one of his hands.

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.

“Here. Eat.” I accepted the fruit and looked at him as he get another one. When he bit it, I bit on it too, imitating what he’s doing. We ate silently and I didn’t hear any noise except the creaking sound of the night and the crunchy fruits while we were munching. “What’s your name?” Do real vampires have names? He stopped on his track to look at me before averting it away like he’s getting burned by my gaze. “Prin-,” he shook his head. “Dash Slaughtrus Vandelion.”

“Strip.” Voice as cold as ice rings an instruction. It's Vladimir, the Russian god. His eyes send thrills down my spine, and dirty thoughts of what his coarse fingers and rumored monster cock would do to my tight pussy. The nasty thoughts make my thighs involuntarily clench, holding back from dripping before my first master. “You heard him.” The lady groans. She opens the door and my sharp eyes get a clue of the madness I signed up for; Sex cross, bondage furniture, a dangling whip…