Novelas y relatos de Damon On Vampire Diaries

He has curly brown hair, pointy nose, full pink lips, a chiseled jaw and he works out, I can see his muscles through his attire. They all have a sad sad expression on their faces now and I feel bad for them. “I’m so sorry.” I say to them because I genuinely am. I know my mom and I have problems but I don’t think I ever want to lose her. I don’t think I can bare the thought, as annoying as she is. I don’t think. “Uh…May I ask what happened to her? How did she die?” “She was killed by those rogue vampires.” Damon says angrily.

A thick vortex of jet-black smoke erupts from the floorboards with a loud rushing hiss that makes the salt shakers rattle against the wood. Before I can even pull my hand back from Lucian’s arm, Damon steps out of the darkness. He is fully dressed now in his dark tactical leathers, but the detached, cold calculation he usually wears is back, his emerald eyes flashing with a terrifying primal dominance that makes every wolf in the immediate vicinity instinctively drop their gaze toward the table. He doesn’t look at Lucian, and he doesn’t look at Ivy. He looks directly at me. Before my brain can process what’s happening, Damon reaches down, locking his right hand firmly into the curls at the b

Ignoring Chloe and Ronan entirely, he leaned on the table, smiling at me predatorily. “What do we have here?” he asked, flashing glimmering white fangs that were razor-sharp just looking at them. “A little puppy got lost in the viper’s den?” “Fuck off,” Ronan snarled. “She’s taken.” The vampire straightened. “By whom? You? Mutt?” “Me.” Damon suddenly appeared behind me, holding four cups; three beers and a glass of what was definitely vampire wine, if the coppery smell of blood was any indication.

“I’m fine, my girl. Go and finish this. Damon helped me carry Scarlett to a magic Doctor's inn. “Emergency…!” “Be calm,” the Doctor assured us. “She will be fine. What is the issue “She got attacked by a wolf with enemy blood.” “Okay…” Very quickly, Scarlett felt safe again and was resting. Then Damon pulled me away from everyone. He led me straight to his private quarters in the Alpha house. As soon as the door was shut, the aura changed. Damon pushed me towards the wall, his body hard against mine. “Watching you fight that way… really drove me crazy,” he growled. He pasted his lips on mine. The kiss was wild and it showed how craving he was for s*x.

Seraphine. Cassian. Nova. Mira. Hale. Luca. Luca. The sight of him standing there still hurt. Not with the sharp agony of discovery anymore. Something duller. Heavier. A wound that refused to close. Damon forced his attention back to the screen. Because right now They had bigger problems. The monitor flickered. Static filled the room. Then the image stabilized. And there she was. Vale. Older than the photographs. Yet somehow more terrifying.

“It’s over, Autumn! He was never going to share power with you. He used you!” Autumn screamed in anguish, headbutting him hard enough to crack bone. She broke one hand free and raked her claws across his chest, drawing deep lines of blood. “He was everything to me!” Damon’s eyes hardened with pain... not just physical. He twisted her arm behind her back, using his superior strength to pin her against his chest. “I’m sorry,” he whispered, voice breaking. “But I won’t let you hurt her.” With a heavy, reluctant strike to the back of her neck, he knocked her unconscious. Autumn’s body went limp in his arms. He gently lowered her to the ground, breathing hard, blood dripping from his wounds.

Eli turned,instinctively stepping closer to his sister. Lena’s pulse jumped. “Miss Rowan.” Eli’s shoulders squared, though his frame trembled. “Who are you?” Damon’s gaze flicked over him, unbothered. “Family, I presume?” “I’m her brother.” “Then you’ll want to hear this.” He stepped further in, closing the distance between them. Lena’s fingers gripped the sheets. “You shouldn’t be here.” “I disagree,” Damon said. “My girlfriend currently lies in a coma and the only person who saw it happen has somehow become the media’s favorite villain. I think that gives me the right to visit.”

"Very well, I can explain, Brother Federico—your new maid has offended me. Since she's no one special, she should be disposed of." Alessia finally grins, careful not to show her fangs. She doesn't know how much pathetic, ugly, mortal Hailey has been told—and she will not risk offending her beloved over something so trivial. People like Hailey deserve to be in the dark until they die. People who believe her beloved Federico is the fourth generation of the original Don Federico Vitale instead of the original don himself should hear no secrets of the supernatural. Alessia will not casually spill Federico's secret of being an immortal vampire to anyone—let alone the dumb mortal girl who dares to

The Queen turned to the King, her mouth opening to argue, but his raised hand silenced her. Damien’s shadow fell over me as he crouched slightly, his voice low enough for only me to hear. “Don’t look, little flame,” he murmured, the words gentle despite the tension in his tone. “You don’t need to see this.” The trapdoors fell with a sickening thud. My father, my mother, my brother—gone. A scream tore from my throat, raw and uncontrollable. I collapsed to the ground, my legs giving out beneath me. I didn’t need to see it; the sound alone was enough to shatter what was left of my heart.

he seethed, “coming in here and—“ Damon tore off his sunglasses then, stealing the words from Wilson’s mouth. “Who do I look like to you?” Wilson gasped, staggering backward. “D-Don Damon Vyon?” He stammered, and the corner of Damon’s lips turned up in a dry, small smile. “That’s right, dimwit. Now, the only reason I’m not smashing your head in right now, for putting your bloody fingers on her, is that I’m a little too busy at the moment. You wouldn’t be so lucky next time.”