Damon On Vampire Diaries Novels & Stories

"Oh, okay. But I think I have first dibs on being stressed out right now. But you're still all right in my book, Damien. Romans invented the art of love. That's rich!" Mark was laughing, trying not to spill his coffee. Elena was looking at the two of them and getting a little irritated. She could only hear one side of the conversation and what Mark was saying didn't make much sense. But it was great how he had figured out that Damien was a werewolf and that there wasn't anything to get overly freaked out about. At least that part was going according to her plan. However, her lover and her new friend were hitting it off right away. Excluding her from the conversation. She had to admit, it mad

His solid violet eyes catch me staring and I startle back while the dark-haired woman by his side shares laughter with Zorien and the Queen. “We finally meet the she-wolf that’s been driving my stupid brother crazy”. I hold a miffed face against Zorien when he steps in to start his annoying tale about how he met me and an adulterated version of the battle we fought. Turns out Damien is Damon’s older brother, and they’re Queen Zorah’s nephews. Zorien drags me away to join the dance and Damien does the same with his human mate. The merriment is contagious, and it only takes me a few seconds before I’m infected like the rest of the people dancing away beneath the colorfully flaming night sky.

alright bye" he said as i shut the door behind him. Damon pov my eyes just couldn't believe who i saw today, what could she be doing here? i asked myself, my heart keeps beating so fast, my urge for the taste of blood increased,i thought i had Long forgotten about her after the last time we met but now i know that the thoughts of her has not left me. my face was already red in anger, it was as if i was pale one could see my veins popping out all over my body, my teeth was already eager to bit something at that point anyone i get hold of ,i won't stop until i kill the person,i hated that part of me but there was nothing i could do. i bit myself trying to stop myself from killing anyone but it

“I’ve missed you so goddamn much.” “Sheesh! It’s been like weeks. Are you getting needy, vamp?” I looked up at him. It was necessary with me standing tall and proud at five foot three and him at six foot two. Damon’s eyes turned to creepy vamp eyes, all pupil and little white. “Yes, doll. I think I am. I told you the last time, I want you all to myself. And then you simply disappear on me.” His sharp nails dug into my arms. I won’t lie, he weirded me out with his eyes all shark-like. “I thought you were sweet talking me. You know. Pillow talk?”

One of the items was a mugshot of a dark tan teenage boy with black hair and green eyes. “Damon Williams died three years ago. That is the real Damon” Kaia explained, pointing to the mugshot. She then ran to her desk and searched her drawers to find the file that we have of our Damon before pointing to Blaire’s hand. She held a mugshot of the Damon we know. “The Damon we know is really Stefan Dalca. He is Cassius’s nephew and has been in our pack house infiltrating all of our information to give back to him. We can’t let him know that we found out. That will ruin everything”

He hung up, making Avery think he rejected her feelings, then he turned around and walked closer to her with quick steps. “Dam?” she looked at him with confusion. Damian didn't say a word. He pushed her against a car and put the umbrella above them. He took his blazer off and put it around Avery, who was shivering with cold. He approached her slowly, breathing soundly, and staring at her eyes, then her lips. “You’re such an idiot,” Damian mumbled breathlessly before he captured Avery’s lips.

"Do you know them?" Dante asked Dae in an emotionless tone reading papers of business. "No, I don't. " Dae answered. "The big man came to get the little one and they wanted to give me some...companion." "Fine. Do you like it, the companion?" "..." Without having an answer, Dante didn't ask more and continued to mind his own business. The little Dae looked out the window counting the raindrops. It seemed that he was enjoying more the silence.

He said and Thamer slowly put Damon's heart inside the wooden box. I felt relieved from all the bad things that happened to us. From the first day of school where I met Professor Damon Salvatore, who was an Incubus demon vampire. Then I soon realized that he was the one who always visited me at night in my dream. And when I found out that my so so-called mate Tore who always appeared in my dreams when I was a child, was the demon father of Thamer, the guy whose dark eyes look captivated and his dimples, so cute when he smiled at me. He was my crush until we both fell in love with each other.

Liam looks at me, his gaze conflicted, but I nod, giving my mate a reassuring smile. [It’s the only way.] I state quietly into the link Liam and I share. [I know, Bells. But this feels wrong now that he is so weak.] I suppress a sigh at Liam’s words and close my eyes. [Either you kill him or he tries to kill us to claim me as his mate. He is a danger to our future now, Liam, and I won’t allow him to live long to harm us.] I open my eyes, watching Damon still struggle against Liam. Finally, my mate nods and closes his eyes before chomping down hard on Damon’s jugular and pulling back. The sound of flesh tears fills the quiet room, and Damon’s body drops to the floor, his bright red blood slow

I meant, was it Jonathan, or was it the vampire bastard I’d been warning the others about since the first animal carcass turned up drained and flayed? Damon looked up at me like I’d just insulted his math skills. “No, I know what Carr smells like. Like old coins and cigarettes and that cleaning stuff Mom uses on my cuts.” He cocked his head, grinning lopsidedly. “Plus, he’s not dumb enough to come during daylight. This guy was dumb. Really dumb.”