Damon Klaus Novels & Stories

His eyes were tied in a black cloth that matched his black robe. "The costume party will be in a week," Raymond informed. Damon didn't seem to know about the costume party. "I know you'd want to get a demon's outfit since that's what you are." Klaus chuckled before turning to Diana. "Make sure you get his measurements done." He gave Diana a wink before leaving with his brother; Raymond. How was she going to get Damon's measurements when she can't even go close to him? "Are you really going to get my measurements done?" Damon asked folding his arms and giving Diana a questioning look.

Clary said determinedly, squeezing her back just as tightly, she grinned when she saw the look of surprise turn to a nod of pride. "Well then, you had best gear up," Monika said, taking her hands. "Damon is a wonderful man but he knows nothing but rules and the law. I really hope you can convince him; he has worked wonders in LA and to be honest, you both deserve to be happy, royal blood be damned" she said.

“I just wish to know what it is like to kiss her.” The smirk on his face became larger and it was obvious what he was trying to do. “How is that your business?” I asked. “I like her.” “You don’t threaten someone you like,” I retorted, my voice still managing to be calm. “And you don’t put someone you like in danger, Mr. Klaus.” I wore a frown instantly. He knows something. “Or should I say, Adonis Malcolm Klaus? A.K.A The Ruthless?” he continued and my fear became confirmed.

Damon’s POV Footsteps from behind approached me and instilled. “I thought you’d have left the school by now.” I turned to face the owner of the voice. Klaus. “Then I’d just be doing you a favor I have no interest in granting.” I spat in response. Klaus stepped closer, “I see you’ve figured it out already.” I placed both hands in my pockets, “It was hard not to. The shadows increasing, the lack of interest in how many souls I could acquire for you. You’ve turned this academy into your little breeding nest.”

He smiles, “I don’t want to scare you off, Alice. I just wanted to convince you that I was there, I was the one that saved you and not the other way around. I would never hurt—“ I cut him off, “—it’s okay. I understand and I’m not scared. I just want to know more,” “Of course. You can ask me anything and I’ll be truthful,” “How old are you, Damon?” Damon is no way more than his early 30s. The way he carries himself, the way he dresses and the way he speaks, it wouldn’t cause any suspicion. However, there is just something in his gaze. As if he has been through years or even centuries as the world folds into a different era. He moves slower, he takes his time in the words he speaks. I am conf

He downed the glass in one swift motion, his eyes never leaving Kesha's. "You're so obsessed with destroying Aaron, with stealing his power... you won't stop until it ends very badly, and I don't want it to end badly for me," Kesha explained, her words measured but filled with genuine concern. "Kesha, my love..." Damon approached her, reaching out to gently cup her face in his hands. "Can't you see? I don't want to steal Aaron's power. I just want to grow, to be an admirable man... for you," he declared, his voice laced with a deceptive sincerity.

“You didn’t know?” Elena’s eyes widened. “You own… everything, don’t you?” Damon bent down to her face. His breath brushed her ear. “Not everything. Not yet.” Her friends whistled from the dance floor. “Go, Elena!” one of them yelled. She ignored them, heart racing. “I’m off the clock, Mr. Voss. You can’t boss me around here.” His grip tightened. “Call me Damon tonight.” His voice dropped even lower. “And I can do whatever the fuck I want in my own club.”

He remained perfectly still, a silent sentinel carved from muscle and silver scars. "He’s not going to stop," Elena said softly, her gaze dropping to the dark liquid in her mug. "Damon’s pride is his religion. He didn't come to the border tonight because he wanted me back out of love. He came because he realized my survival makes him look weak to the pack elders. He came because he’s terrified of you." Klaus’s jaw tightened, a sharp muscle ticking in his cheek. He reached out, his large, calloused index finger gently hooking under her chin, forcing her to tilt her head up.

Elijah asked. “Klaus is intelligent, he does his work efficiently, he knows how to comfort and understand people. He was just someone who doesn’t like seeing people in pain especially children. Klaus is also cunning, seductive and he is handsome after all I raised him. Klaus isn't his ancestor Conrad Vitya who killed Yelena.” “And what about me?” Elijah asked as he stared into my eyes deeply. Elijah slowly lowered his lips closely to mine as my gaze moved from his lips to his eyes.

"While you’re under my roof, you will respect Ariana. Stay out of her way." The sharpness in his tone was enough to make even me flinch—and it sent Cleo reeling. But she covered it up with a brittle, fake smile. She opened her mouth to say something— Before she could, Damien turned to me, cupped the side of my face, and dropped a soft kiss on my lips. It wasn’t heated. It wasn’t rushed. It was careful. Deliberate. Possessive. A clear message to the woman still standing there, watching us with murder in her eyes.