Damon And Elena From Vampire Diaries Novels & Stories

Even though his brother cannot become head of Williams Pack because of his beta nature, Damon will make sure he becomes director of William Inc. Now Damon is almost 27 years old, and his father wants him to get mated with Omega, which Damon hates. He doesn't want to be mated with Omega, not after his first love. Damon was 17 years old when he fell in love with his Adira. When he turned 20, he proposed to her, but the day before their mating, she got into an accident and died. Damon was devastated; his wolf had already marked her scent and accepted her as his mate. On that day, Damon promised her that he would never let an Omega take her place. Damon even told his father that he would mate wi

She paused, stepping closer but to Damon's left side. “Do you remember the question you asked me that night? If Adrian satisfies me.” Damon said nothing, his head straight, staring into the wall. Elena’s chest tightened. She forced the rest out anyway. “He doesn’t,” her voice cracked hard. “He’s a good man. Yes. A good friend. But he’s not my lover.” She paused. Damon didn't say a word yet, nor a reaction. “Sometimes I even feel like he’s someone else’s. Like he already loves another person and that’s why I can’t get any real love out of him. He’s not for me.”

Dave turned around to look at her. “honey, something is definitely going on with Elena.” Then Dave told his wife about everything that had been going on with Cameroon’s case.

“I never told her that, and she was the one who brought the drink to my room yesterday, so it got me confused and thinking. I decided I wasn’t going to act rashly, so I ordered that she be locked up while I made some findings.” “To cut the long story short, She wasn’t the one who brought the drink yesterday. It was Anya.” He revealed. I didn’t understand what he had just said. I couldn’t wrap my head around it. Didn’t he say that the maid brought the drink, so how come it’s Anya now? “I don’t understand,” I said in a bid to let him know that I was confused. “Anya is a shapeshifter werewolf, and she’s been working with Whitney all this time,” Damon revealed, and my mouth went wide open. “What

Valeria met her at the door, crossing her arms. “What do you want, Elena?” “I came to see you,” Elena said softly. “To apologize.” Ares appeared behind Valeria, his tone cold. “You have ten seconds.” Elena’s eyes glistened. “Please. Just hear me out. I never wanted any of this to happen. Damien—he threatened me. He said he’d hurt my family if I didn’t help him.” Valeria’s voice was sharp. “You lied to me. You were my friend, and you betrayed me for a man like him.”

Smoke curled from the barrel of a gun somewhere in the trees, though I didn’t turn to see who fired it. All I knew was this: Elena was alive. In my arms. And for one suspended moment, nothing else in the world mattered. Damon’s shot still echoed in the back of my skull when he stepped into view. The wolf’s body twitched in the dirt, its eyes glazing over as its final breath leaked into the night. But Damon didn’t look at it. No—his eyes went straight to her. “Elena”, he exhaled, and in the next heartbeat, he was at her side. He dropped the gun like it was meaningless, discarded it like trash, and gathered her into his arms as though she were porcelain he couldn’t bear to see cracked.

He was standing behind Liam and me, his gaze locked on our clasped hands. Liam’s eyes narrowed. "Who are you?" I turned. There was Damon, standing in the falling snow, a black coat draped over his shoulders, his face as pale as a ghost. He was holding a small velvet box. Inside was the ruby I had shattered. "Elena," he said, his voice hoarse. "Come here." I didn't move. Liam stepped in front of me. "And you are?" he asked, his tone unfriendly. My voice was calm. "Just someone I used to know."

Elena's words hung heavy in the air, each one a sharp reminder of the fractures in their relationship. Damon's jaw tightened, his hands curling into fists at his sides as he struggled to contain his rising anger. "Don't you dare blame me for everything!" he shot back, his voice laced with venom. "You think you're blameless in all of this? You think you're some innocent fucking victim?" Elena met his gaze squarely, her eyes blazing with defiance. "I never claimed to be perfect, Damon. But I didn't betray you. I didn't hurt you the way you hurt me!" She retorted, her voice trembling.

she said. Eve stopped. Elena looked at her with the direct warmth that had characterized her since the beginning....since she'd appeared in Eve's life as Raphael's companion and had become, somewhere in the months that followed, something closer than that. "I need to talk to you," Elena said. "And to Alpha Damian and Alpha Damon." Eve looked at her face and immediately understood what was going through her mind. "Okay," she said. "Come on lets go inside" *** They assembled in the sitting room.

“Victor.” “I am not here to talk to you,” I snarl at her with indifference. “Damon. You need to leave.” “He will not,” Elana butts in. “He is here with me.” “Listen, bro,” Damon smirks. “I am only here to watch over Elana. I don’t want any trouble.” “I am not your bro,” I growl. “Leave.” “He. Will. Not,” she hisses through her teeth.