Damon Klaus Novels & Stories

But tonight, it sharpened everything. My instincts refused to settle. They prowled beneath my skin, alert and restless, replaying every word Elijah had spoken. The offer still stands. And so does the cost. Damon hadn’t spoken since we left the clearing. His posture was rigid, shoulders squared, hands clasped together as if holding himself in place. He wasn't tense with anger, he seemed more controlled. That worried me more. “What aren’t you saying?” I asked suddenly. The words cut through the silence like a blade.

ALVA The sound of the car engine roused me from my half-sleep as Nikolas pulled up in front of me. That was what I got for insisting I made breakfast for all three of us despite staying up super late the night before and playing a game of 'we aren't really strangers' with Nikolas. For me, it was some sort of escapism. When Nikolas got through to me, it always felt like I was betraying Charis' memory. At the same time, it felt wrong to continue to judge Klaus by actions he committed in the past when it was crystal clear he wasn't that sort of person anymore. I patted an equally sleepy Samuel and carried him in my arms. He had an appointment today, and while I wanted to follow him, I had schoo

That was why he chose to do it the way that he did. “Damon knows what he is doing, and Damon is well aware of everything that he is playing with. However, it does not concern him. He does not even give a damn. He does not care.” I said, looking at Alpha Kael. “You know for a fact that he does not care about me.” “That is not true, Sienna.”

“I choose myself first. These twins are mine. I will raise them here while I train and learn the truth about my blood. No one owns me.” Damon nodded slowly. “Then train with me. I will help you grow stronger.” Kael’s eyes darkened. “This is not over. I will return.” He shifted into his big black wolf and ran back into the woods. The pack started to leave, whispering loudly. Cassandra blinked at me, giving one hateful look at me as she left That night, after my twin pups fell asleep with Scarlett, I met Damon in the deepest woods. Moonlight lit the side of the woods where we had been together before.

Klaus growled at Damon who in turn simply shrugged like he hadn’t just been spoken to by someone of higher authority. “What is disrespectful, king?!” Damon nearly shouted. “Why do you find me touching a friend’s hair disrespectful?” He barked, pulling away from me so that he could stand toe to toe with Klaus. “Because that so-called ‘friend’ is my wife.” Klaus clapped back at Damon who only smiled.

That drama deserved an Oscar; she would make a very fine actress. "The moon goddess heard your prayers, my dear. Cry no more, for I am finally back," his deep voice boomed. I have never heard him speak before; in fact, I have never encountered him. I had only found out when I started dating Klaus that he used to be friends with my father before they had a falling out.

Water splashed everywhere. "Oops," she grinned. "Clumsy as always, freak." I bit my tongue. Don't react. Don't speak. But my hands were shaking. The scream was building—the one I'd swallowed a thousand times. Then the front door opened. The energy shifted. Claudia sat up straighter. Vivian's grin faded. Damon walked in. He was massive—six-four, broad shoulders, dark hair tousled. His eyes were cracked ice, sharp and cold. And right now they were locked on me.

"No." Damian looked at me with great emotion, as if he couldn't believe what I was saying. "I love you. I'll spend the rest of my life making you happy." Hans whistled softly. "Wow, this is getting more romantic. We should probably leave you two alone." "No, don't go. I'm enjoying this conversation. Tell me more about Damian, I want to know every side of him." Klaus laughed. "You're truly an amazing woman, Alissa. Damian is so lucky."

“Damon Vyon?” I nodded, “Yes. Do you know him? I mean everyone in New York would know him.” “I only got to know about him a couple of weeks ago,” Luca said, a sudden look of reverence falling on his face. “I heard he’s not just a bad guy, but a feared powerful one.” He snapped his fingers then as if snatching the thoughts away from his head. “Anyway, Don Vyon bought you off some slave market?”

"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.