Vlad Masters Danny Phantom Novels & Stories

He dragged himself across the floor, his eyes fixed on the open doorway. I watched, numb with horror, as he crawled past me, his face pale and contorted with pain. He was dying, but he was escaping. Right behind him emerged Vladimir. He stood at the edge of the darkness, his immense frame filling the broken light. He was covered in blood—some Damon’s, some his own from the grazed rib—a terrifying, unstoppable engine of retribution. His eyes scanned the room, instantly calculating the positions of his enemies. "He is yours, Volkov!" Damon wheezed, managing to scream the words toward the open door. "He is yours!"

Vlador "Welcome to the Verdonix Mansion, Prince Vlador. Allow me to introduce myself. I am Frederick Garvus Verdonix, the head of the Verdonix clan. We are truly honored that you’ve chosen to visit our humble mansion." Vlador remained silent, staring at the blonde man from head to toe. The man, with faint lines around his eyes, was the same height as him. His eyes were red but not glowing—similar to Dyan's.

His master should be a hidden figure in the mountains. "If that's the case, it's an easy win. Regardless of what kind of master he is, he must pay the price for ignoring Chapman Legacy's existence." Then, Danny said coldly, "Don't worry. I'll invite Elder Wyatt, a late-stage Grandmaster, here. He'll completely destroy that early-stage Grandmaster." "That guy might not even be a Grandmaster. Even if he's a Grandmaster, he'll die this time." Ted was ecstatic and happy when he heard that.

Vlad stood up and looked at Danté, then at Victor and Mishka, the only two who seemed on edge about him being out of that grave. "Who brought me back?" He asked. "I did" Danté said. "You don't seem to fear me..." Vlad said looking around "I gather that wolf is still alive?" "And she's Queen" "Blasphemy" "Is it? Human..." Danté mocked him. "Human!?" He yelled feeling is neck "How!?"

"I'm just surprised. Although you're disciplined and enjoyed JROTC, it sounds like you have a thing for criminals." "I do not!" "Daphnie, mafia bosses are criminals, Batman is considered a criminal, Darth Vader is a criminal, and Phantom of The Opera is a criminal." "How dare you say that about Batman," I said coldly while crossing my arms with a poker face. "Okay, I'm sorry." Adam tugged at my arm, trying to get my hand back. "Well, if you think I'm only into criminals, you better change out of that outfit," I said teasingly.

Fire elemental had red eyes, water elemental had blue and so on. “My name is Vlad Davis,” the lightning elemental said, eying Hiron. “You must be the village mayor. We want to make a deal with you.” Colin did not like Vlad's attitude, the way he held himself as if he owned the place. Colin could see Hiron furrowing his brows. “What is it that you want from us?” “Oh! Nothing much,” Vlad said with a smirk. “Just give us the boy named Colin Smith and we won't kill the lot of you.”

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

“Yes, boss…” I inwardly chuckle at Vlad’s low hiss as he still can’t seem to get it in Kolby’s head that he is Royalty and he should be addressing him as such, but Kolby still insists on calling him boss. I shake my head at them as Vlad opens his link to me and says. “If he wasn’t one of the best at what he does, then I would have drunk him dry years ago…” “You still can…” “Nope. Poisoned blood, remember!?!”

As soon as they saw June, they stopped talking. “June, this is Vladimir, who will help us,” said Wilona. "Nice to meet you, June Hanson," said the tall, skinny man next to Wilona. Vladimir was very pale skinned with blond hair which was also pale. Even though he was handsome, it was easy to guess that he was a vampire. From his clothes, Vladimir looked different from the vampires that Drake was chasing, he looked neat and classy. Like European royalty. "Nice to meet you too," June said, holding out her hand to shake Vladimir's. The man smiled politely.

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”