1864 Damon Salvatore Novels & Stories

He pulled it out and frowned at the screen. "Unknown number." He answered it anyway. "Hello?" His face went white. Dante was on his feet immediately. "Who is this?" Luca demanded into the phone. Then: "No. You're lying. He's in prison." Dante took the phone from him. "Who is this?" "Dante Salvatore." The voice was unfamiliar, male, with a heavy accent. "My name is Sergei Kozlov. Viktor's brother. We need to talk about returning what you stole from him."

We waited by a rusted crane, the sea choppy and black behind us. Exactly on time, a black sedan arrived. Damon Salvatore stepped out, accompanied not by a low-ranking mercenary, but by his most trusted, brutally efficient Sicilian lieutenant, Marco. Damon looked impeccably dressed, but the sweat on his brow betrayed his desperation. He was walking into this exchange because his financial situation demanded it. “Vladimir,” Damon said, his voice carrying the false warmth of a man who believed he held the upper hand. “How tragic that we meet again under such trying circumstances. My deepest condolences on the… setbacks you’ve experienced.”

I kept my hands folded in my lap as we drove, wondering what I had gotten myself into by agreeing to this. Inside the car, it was quiet for a long time. I finally broke the silence. “Tell me about your family.” Damien’s expression changed right away. “There’s not much to tell.” “I doubt that,” I said. After a pause, he started talking. “My father remarried after my mother died. Victoria is my stepmother. She likes control.” I smiled a little. “That’s your warning?” “No.” He glanced at me briefly. “This is. Answer only what you’re asked. Don’t volunteer information.”

I have always heard that Alpha Damon is more like a monster who hasn't smiled for three years after the loss of his Luna. He is the same person standing right in front of me, smiling like he just caught a huge prey. He is nothing like people describe him to be. "I will agree to your condition but I will let you go only if you find your mate. If you don't find him on the full moon of your birthday, I won't let you go" he uttered and stepped back, putting his hands behind his back. "Until then, you are mine, Olivia. Your body, your soul, everything belongs to me. You were bought by me after all" he deadpanned.

Damon smirked. “I see you haven’t changed a bit,” he muttered. “If you want to kill me, then just get it over with. You’ve already done enough…” I said, trying to keep my tears at bay. “Your people have done too much as well,” he said, placing a hand under his chin like we were simply having a normal conversation. “Do you know how many of my men have been killed since we got here?” “You attacked us first!” I screamed but he just rolled his eyes like he was bored.

Just tell me who owns this freaking sperm. He swallowed hard. “I-It’s Damien Green, Miss Salvador. Please accept our compensation.” Damien Green?! My mind was suddenly clouded with curses, confusion and questions. Of all people, why him? And… he’s a VIP here? Was he donating or selling his sperm? Or trying to get a baby of his own? I knew that Damien adored children... I squeezed my eyes closed as my lips parted. Memories of us promising together came rushing in my mind. "After we finish our studies, I'll immediately marry you."

I looked up to see a lean man with blonde hair and bright eyes raising his hands in surrender. Ricco, Nicco, and Maximo shielded me with their bodies. “Viola, it’s me, Carlo Mancuso!” He yelled loud enough to see him. I finally recognized him when he said his name. “Ricco, let him through. He’s my friend.” My three bodyguards obliged and Carlo walked to me. He was the nephew to Stefano Mancuso, the leader of one of the four mafia families in Italy. He and I were not friends. I’d only uttered those words to ensure Ricco would let him through. I’d gone to boarding school with him when I was in high school—before I transferred to an all-girls boarding school.

" These are the number of attempts on Damien's life, and none were successful! He didn't just earn the prince of Cabin city because of his money! He earned it because of how impossible it is to break his security detail. His phone number cannot be tracked! None of his cars ever were. I will advise you to let this go ma'am “ he advised softly, trying to resonate with my emotions. The sixth guy smiled. He looked like the oldest amongst them. “Damien spared my life and the life of Joe '' he stated, pointing at the guy with the backpack. I cannot commit such a crime against a man who saved me and gave me another chance. We can't” he explained.

More tomatoes were hurled at her, as well as rotten eggs and food. Yet, Damien did nothing. He only stood there watching her, and everything happened. Damien encouraged their behavior. He could have called them to order as the alpha, yet the fury in his eyes that were directed at her alone made it look even more bleak that she'd be getting saved. Emberlynn sighed as she was yanked upright and pulled towards the guillotine. She swallowed down the lump in her throat as she was made to kneel, and her head placed in the small space created.

“But sir, do you think you and Arya can be… married couples? She still doesn’t know who you are.” Sir Damien stopped in front of the door, his hands already on the door knob. “But I know who she is. My first love. Stop the questions. She’s not home now. Go yourself, get your young master a wife.” As he walked out, his driver, standing outside the Lamborghini pushed the honk button then bowed. “Sir Damien, where do you want to be?” “At Northern Eclipse university.” He sighed, getting in. He saw the Butler leave the room and wave, as his Lamborghini dashed out of the compound.