Damon And Stefan Salvatore Novels & Stories

He seemed to be one of the special Alphas, much like Damien, but Damien’s real powers were a mystery to me still. Stephan took a deep breath, leaning back against the bench. "Not in the way you might think. He’s more of an annoyance. He’s the son of a mistress from the previous leader’s affair. The relationship between him and Damien is… complicated. It's like they’re always trying to one-up each other, and it gets ugly." I frowned, intrigued yet unsettled by this revelation. "So, he’s like a… illegitimate son or something?" "Exactly," Stephan confirmed, taking a long drink from his bottle. "Damien and Dominic grew up in the same world but under completely different circumstances. Damien has

Vivian is already there and Henry looks destroyed. "dad are you okay?",Damon kneels by his dad. "yes son just a little sad",he sits there with us as Vivian sits on the other side. "so we called you here to discuss the mating between you three", they begin and Hannah's dad walks in a scowl on his face. He looks pissed. "they are all already mated and marked this meeting makes no sense ",he stares at them. "my king it was brought to our attention Damon Shift has Lindsay Smith as a mate as well",Damon laughed.

He wasn’t even halfway through when Damian suddenly spoke. “Salvo.” The driver paused. Damian had already pulled out his phone. He scrolled quickly before holding the screen in front of the man. “Was it this man?” The driver looked closely. Then nodded immediately. “Yes.” “That’s him.” The name meant nothing to me. So I turned to Damian. “Who is Salvo?” Damian’s expression hardened slightly. “One of Victor’s men.” Silence filled the small store. For a moment, none of us spoke. Then I thanked the men for their time and walked back to the car.

He had a proud Roman nose, a mess of curly hair that hung just above his eyes, high cheekbones, and soft lips that women in the bar would probably die to kiss. Seriously, this is the man I get worried about? “Montreal.” Salvatore smiles. The heavy and thick Italian accent rolls his tongue. He quickly stands up from the couch he sat on and moves forward with one arm extended, ready for a handshake. “I’m glad we wouldn't be stood up tonight. I prepared a feast.” Damon joked, clapping his palm on his shoulder. I stay back a little, letting the two indulge in their reunion even though I know they’ve just seen each other at the engagement.

The sound of the alarm ringing behind them as they struggled through the snow, finding their cars at the other end of the forest, all of them gone before Jayson's men could even comprehend what had happened. 2 days later, Salvatore found himself seated on the floor of his study, having showered and changed into a pair of sweatpants and a long-sleeved shirt, sitting before the burning hearth with files laid out before him and Hades's head at his feet. He was so engrossed in the work before him that he never heard the door open, much less did he realize Stephen stepping inside with a plate of creamy tomato parmesan chicken. Settling down across from his best friend, the American put the plate

Daniel took seat and looked at us seriously “ Salvatore over dosed two months back and we faked his death . Cleo and Angelo don’t know the whole truth as soon as the facility we sent him to says we can talk to him I will make sure he calls you . I know I can trust the both of you and I also know how much my brother wanted to be a godfather . " " Is there a reason why you fake killed him ? " " Luigi needs to learn that war and greed was never an answer to everything ." "So Sal is alive and well ? " ©#KCMmuoe

“We wanted answers. And you are the only one who can give them.” Salvatore raised an eyebrow. “Answers? What kind of answers?” The same elder stepped forward. “You know what we speak of. Donovan—our alpha—is dead. And his son, Damien, too. Both murdered. We have reason to believe you were behind it.” Salvatore’s smile widened. He let out a short laugh and clapped slowly. “So that is what this is about?” he said, walking toward the large table in the center of the room. “You bring me here to accuse me of murder?”

A nervous laugh escaped me—then immediately turned into a groan as I clutched my stomach. Nope. It didn’t help. I was still panicking. Because here was the issue: Damiano wasn’t some random guy you clap back at, then mute on I*******m. No. He was Damiano freaking Valentino. Mafia lord and Salvatore's third in command. Murderous glare. Walking nightmare in an expensive suit. And I… I had just told him off. “Congratulations,” I muttered to myself, dragging my palms down my face until my cheeks squished like a sad pancake. “You’ve officially signed your own death certificate—with glitter pen. Maybe he’ll frame it.”

Salvatore. I pushed the thought away immediately, he’s bounded by Omertà. He has been with me for years, through blood, through Diego. He wouldn’t, it can’t be one of the men. Salvatore Bianchi, Mikhail Reznikov, Kaia Morelo and Veleno Caruso were sworn to Omertà, they have already earned their place in blood. My phone buzzed suddenly, it was an unknown number. Private and untraceable. The room went silent, I answered without hesitation.

Stefan demanded, voice deep, commanding—though beneath it simmered both fury and unease. “Well, good evening to you too,” Damian replied with a slow, wicked smile that tugged at the corner of his lips. His tone was mocking, venom dripping from each syllable. Stefan’s frown deepened, jaw tightening. “Why have you brought your army to my doorstep? And why do you hold my pack members captive?” Stefan’s voice rose, echoing in the charged air.