Damon And Elena From Vampire Diaries Novels & Stories

“Ugly. Disgusting. Filthy. Typical Damien.” And she was right. Damien Salvatore never had girlfriends. He never showed interest in anyone for longer than a few days. But then there was Elena. Sitting in his lap. His arm wrapped around her waist like it belonged there. I told myself it wouldn’t last. That Aria was right, and this thing with Elena would die quickly, just like the rest. But it didn’t..... It never did. A year later, when we were in our final year, it was a well-known fact: Damien Salvatore and Elena Blackwater were the power couple of the school. The basketball star and the cheerleader.

"Sure. He's an Alpha, and a Lycan Apex at that. He was able to kill one of the rouges, while the other escaped into the night." "Can... can I come with you, dad? I mean, I'm good with detecting these things. You could use a little help." First, I asked if the Alpha Damien was okay, now, I wanted tagging along? I didn't trust myself as much as Mia suspected what was up. Thankfully, my dad was too busy to suspect me. "When did you become a detective? I can't remember." He observed. "Well, girl I gotta go. Be a strong girl as always okay? Know that I love you, Elara Rivers, even if the world doesn't." He said and tapped my shoulder.

"Do you have a she-wolf there?" "Yes," Lucian replied, annoyed. "Who is she?" "I'll introduce you when appropriate." "Wait! I saw Damon drinking while Victor's hospitalized. He kept calling Elara's name. Wasn't she your assistant from the Rivers family?" Lucian looked down at sleeping Elara. Daniel turned boastful. "My feelings for Elara were more righteous than Marcus's or Damon's. She liked me - even asked if I could be her pup's father." Rage flashed through Lucian. "Daniel, stop this conversation or you'll end up like Edward Carter in the barren grounds."

"No! Please! I have money! I can give you whatever you want!" A heavy, custom leather boot stepped into the circle of light directly in front of him. Julian looked up, his jaw trembling violently, his face draining of all color. Damian Vance stood over him like the harbinger of death itself, his towering frame casting a long, terrifying shadow over the sniveling coward on the floor. Behind Damian, two figures stepped out of the swirling smoke, moving in silent, haunting unison. Elena and Daphne. Identical, unyielding, and covered in the dark aura of total authority.

They found seats at the bar counter. “Hi,” the bartender said, winking at Elias as he leaned forward. He was good-looking, dark hair, easy smile, toned arms showing under a tight black shirt. Elara smirked knowingly. “I’ll be right back. Remember, use protection,” she whispered in Elias’s ear before slipping away toward the restroom. Elias shook his head, laughing softly. The bartender extended his hand. “I didn’t get to introduce myself properly the other night. I’m Damon.” Elias took it. “Elias.”

He was talking to a woman with red hair and pale skin—Victoria Sterling, the vampire who had offered him a mating alliance. Elara felt a flash of jealousy so intense it nearly knocked her over. Damon was already moving on, already considering other options, while she was still struggling with the pain of his rejection. As if sensing her presence, Damon looked up and their eyes met across the store. The air between them seemed to hum with electricity, with the ghost of the mate bond that had been severed but not forgotten. Damon's expression hardened, and he said something to Victoria before walking toward Elara. The vampire watched him go with narrowed eyes, clearly unhappy about being inter

Damian didn't answer immediately. Then I heard him say, “Then that's her choice.” My fingers curled tighter around the bottle. A few seconds passed before Isabella spoke again. “Are you angry with her?” “No.” His answer came quickly. “She just needs time.” “And if she doesn't come back?” There was another pause. Then Damian's voice softened. “Whatever happens with Elena, Bella, I'm not going anywhere. You know that.” My heart dropped. Isabella gave a small sniffle. “Promise?”

Damon had obviously fed him some dream about the IPO to get him in a partying mood. “Come on, let’s go back to my place,” the girl cooed. “Yeah… let’s go. But I gotta call Elena first. She’s probably waiting up like she always does…” Damon’s arm tightened around my waist, pulling me flush against him. “Imagine his face,” he murmured against my skin, “if he knew his 'loyal wife' was right here, watching his world burn with me.”

Hang in there, babe. She typed back quickly. I love you. I needed that. Elena appeared at the doorframe, knocking lightly. “Can I come in?” “Sure. You here to say what you couldn’t earlier?” Elena offered a tight smile. “I’ll try not to insult you. Both my boys are in love with you, Damon’s a wreck…” “Damon doesn’t love me. He left. Didn’t care.”

Sera's POV The coffee shop was warm and busy, filled with the murmur of conversations and the hiss of the espresso machine. Normal sounds. Safe sounds. A stark contrast to the storm raging inside me. Ryan sat across from me, his expression unreadable. He took his time, stirring his coffee slowly, letting the tension build. "You want to know about Elena," he said finally. "About who she really is." "I want the truth. All of it." He set down his spoon and met my eyes. "Elena is Damon's mate."