Damon Quotes Vampire Diaries Novelas e Histórias

This place felt like it had a soul. “This is… nice,” I whispered. “No,” I corrected myself. “It’s beautiful.” “Do you like it?” Damon asked. “Yes,” I said without hesitation. His eyes locked on mine, steady and serious. “Then it’s yours.” I froze. “What?”

at the door, stiff stance, eyes flashing with suspicion. I called out his name, and they stepped aside for me to enter, nodding toward the rooms in the building's center. The air inside was hot, heavy with the scent of pine resin and metal—blood perhaps, or the distant echo of a hunt. Damon reclined in his room, sprawling in a high-backed chair like a king on a throne. His black hair was mussed, and his sharp planes eased only slightly by the leaping firelight. He didn't rise when I came in, but his eyes—sharp and unyielding—settled on me with a force that made my skin crawl. "You came," Damon stated, his deep voice vibrating. “Your note didn’t leave much room for refusal. What’s this about

More tears streamed down my cheek, and I bit my lips, saying for him to speak the words, just tell me what is going on. “Do it.” Dante spoke and I glanced at him with shock written all over my face, ‘I watched as Damon burst into laughter as if he was waiting for him to say that. “Do it, I would rather have you hate me than for you to keep making mistakes, today it’s this and another day it could be something else and now it’s being proven we can’t trust you, Ava, you may do something that will lead to our deaths.” He spoke. “We don’t have all day, fucking hurt him,” Damon yelled, my and shook as I moved closer to Gabriel.

She is my angel, and I’ll do every damn thing to make her mine again. “You—I just learnt not to even give you opinions anymore because unless you realize it yourself your ass is too stupid to comprehend anything that has to do with emotions, you low EQ bastard making our mate cry,” Damon said. I just chuckled. “I know. I just hope it’s not too late.”

Zack confidently replies, "Despite his annoying behavior, I know I can trust him." Suddenly, Damon shouts, "I heard that, ZORNZON wolf!" Zack retorts, "Well, fuck you, flirty vamps!”

Trembling, I covered my face with both hands, fingers pressing hard into my eyes. I opened my mouth, and my voice came out in a broken tone I hadn’t heard in years. "I wish I was older… I wish she would look at me the way she looks at him… I wish—" "Enough!" Damon’s voice cut through the air like a whip. Blood trickled down the side of his face as he stood over me, breathing hard. "If she’s meant to be yours, all that won’t stop her," he said. "Honestly, you are not drunk enough, I see. I thought you were wasted, talking like a pathetic fanboy. What kind of obsession do you have for that woman? It’s not healthy."

We still stood on the podium, elevated over the crowd. Five seconds of deadly silence passed. Damon took in the crowd, then took a big breath and whipped his head to me. And Alex. “I'm going to crush your pathetic little heart with my bare hands, Alexander.” Damon said in an eerie, faraway voice. “You can try. But I have more important things to do with my mate.” Alex said behind me and I felt his lips on my bare shoulder. A loud snarl left Damon and then the world moved too fast.

~Third Person POV~ Damon came to his house after the party was over. He is currently having a drink at his house bar. "Fuck!!" He slammed the door with his hand. "I have made a mistake while trusting Elena. She is nothing but a slutty bitch." Damon drank the whole bottle in a single sip. He kicks the bottle on the floor in anger as he finishes the bottle. He stands up and walks straight to his room while switching on the lights. There is a big photo of Victoria on the wall.

I tilted my head slowly, savoring every word, letting the smile curl my lips. “When did you become a stammerer, Darren. You had no problem talking when you told my mate that you wanted my babies dead. You had no problem laughing while you kicked her and watched her bleed. You had no problem calling yourself a god when you dropped the dirt on my chest. But now your words shake. Now you repeat yourself. Now you look at me like you cannot believe what you see.” “Do not mock me, Damon. Do not act like you are immortal. I am the immortal one!. I put you down once and I can do it again. You think crawling out of the dirt makes you untouchable. It does not.

“‘Return my queen to me or I will reclaim her.’ The audacity of that bastard is beyond me.” Damom let out a dry laugh. “But we have got to admit it, he’s got some balls.” “It’s not just him running his mouth,” I replied while shaking my head. “He truly means it and from what we have seen… he’s powerful and he can back everything he says up.” Damon went quiet for a while then leaned back on his elbows. “You know,” he started, his voice low and casual, “I have never seen you this worked up over anything. Not even when we found out what Sheila had done or even when that witch was killing all the children.”