Damon-salvatore Gif Novels & Stories

"[... I must not be careless by killing my precious shadow troops collections ...]" Dudummm~ ... Dudummm~ ... Dudummm~ ... Dozens of saltwater crocodiles in the form of shadow troops crawled towards Damien. Damien smiled widely. "[... As for you useless beasts, I'll just slaughter you ...]" Damien dashed towards the saltwater crocodiles in the form of the shadow troop. He clenched his fists and hit the heads and bodies of the crocodiles mercilessly. The combination of punch power and speed that is not inferior to Ansel Gaute Costi, the noble class vampire who has a special ability in terms of speed, allows Damien to go on a rampage without anyone being able to stop him.

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I try so hard to keep my hands on the back of my head as he jerks off my long clit with his fingers. "Please Master Damon," I beg and he pulls his hand away. "Just call me Master," he says in his emotionless voice. "Yes Master," I reply as he stands back from me. He goes to the grid and beckons me over with his finger. I walk over and let him attach cuffs to my wrists then clip them to a chain hanging from the grid. He then pulls it to stretch my arms up. "Remind me of your safewords," Master Damon says. "Red to stop, yellow to slow down, Master," I say and he nods. I watch as he gets a paddle and a whip then puts the whip down in front of him, keeping the paddle in his hand to use.

A silhouette sat at a desk, back turned, facing a wall lined with evidence photos and newspaper clippings. The person raised a glass. “To the Dravens,” a distorted voice crooned. “May peace never make you weak.” The screen went black. Damon’s heart pounded — not with fear, but with calculation. With readiness. He stood straighter, shoulders squared. Old habits die hard. He turned off the monitor and whispered to the empty room: “Come and try.” Then Damon returned to the bedroom. He slid under the covers, wrapping his arms around Sarah, who immediately snuggled against him — trusting, warm, unbroken.

I hope it'll be the latter. After a while, Alpha Damon came closer to me and for the first time, he smiled. He has deep dimples on his cheeks and seeing him smile made my heart flutter for unknown reasons. This man is dangerous yet, I am being intoxicated by just his smile! His hand went into my hair as he straightened some that were scattered on my face. He moved further to pat my hair with the smile not disappearing from his face. I have always heard that Alpha Damon is more like a monster who hasn't smiled for three years after the loss of his Luna.

I had faith that Dane could and would. The man chuckled once more and remarked, “If you believe so.” He shook his head while still laughing and added, “He was unable to rescue Selena. How will he save you?” Then he slapped my ass. I let out a yelp, and fury burned through me. He was the one who killed Dane’s mate. “You bastard!” I sent a blow on the side of his head with all my strength, causing us to lose our balance and fall onto the cold forest floor.

But Salvatore, ever vigilant, intercepted the attack, sacrificing himself to protect his newfound ally. The room fell silent as Salvatore collapsed, his eyes filled with a mixture of pain and relief. Guida's heart ached as he cradled his fallen comrade, a sense of profound loss washing over him. Salvatore's sacrifice would forever be etched in Guida's memory—a testament to the redemptive power of change.

He had a proud Roman nose, a mess of curly hair that hung just above his eyes, high cheekbones, and soft lips that women in the bar would probably die to kiss. Seriously, this is the man I get worried about? “Montreal.” Salvatore smiles. The heavy and thick Italian accent rolls his tongue. He quickly stands up from the couch he sat on and moves forward with one arm extended, ready for a handshake. “I’m glad we wouldn't be stood up tonight. I prepared a feast.” Damon joked, clapping his palm on his shoulder. I stay back a little, letting the two indulge in their reunion even though I know they’ve just seen each other at the engagement.

He wasn’t even halfway through when Damian suddenly spoke. “Salvo.” The driver paused. Damian had already pulled out his phone. He scrolled quickly before holding the screen in front of the man. “Was it this man?” The driver looked closely. Then nodded immediately. “Yes.” “That’s him.” The name meant nothing to me. So I turned to Damian. “Who is Salvo?” Damian’s expression hardened slightly. “One of Victor’s men.” Silence filled the small store. For a moment, none of us spoke. Then I thanked the men for their time and walked back to the car.

Damien slowly stood up and walked to Alex on the alter, he smiled at him and stretched his hand for a handshake. “Hello, my name is Damien Robbin, the man from Salado.” He said with a smile and Alex could hear his own heartbeat.