Damon Salvatore In The Vampire Diaries Novels & Stories

"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.

She also wished to have a partner who never got bored with her and ensured she was safe, sound, and loved. “I will always choose you,” Damon Salvatore never betrayed his image. That intensity in his eyes would convince every woman to look up to the man who would burn this world for them. She unwillingly chomped on her popcorn, lost in that moment. A chortle coming her way brought her back to the moment when she switched off the TV and was ready to head to her room. Her parents enjoyed it too much, but it seemed someone else was in the greenhouse with them. With her flip-flop locked, she sauntered to open the door, only to get a surprise standing in front of her.

It was like everyone had disappeared. He was 6'0. His skin was pale and pinkish. His lips looked bloodied and his shoulder-length hair was as dark as midnight matching his eyes. He had a silver necklace, which was odd because he was a vampire. His fangs were out. He wore a see-through red satin-like dress shirt with black leather pants. Velda couldn't take her eyes off him even as he walked away. She knew that she had found her mate. Salvatore became an anchor to the Crazy, Angry wolf/human he would later nickname Vixen.

He was their savior, the only reason they were alive and it was their utmost duty to protect him and make sure he comes out alive Few minutes later, their enemies approached with Layla and Ariel leading them. Damien noticed how different she looked, she looked more merciless than she had ever looked, this couldn't have been the girl he took hostage all those years ago, this couldn't be the girl who couldn't even open her mouth to disagree with the Omega of the pack, and worst of all this couldn't be his mate, the woman he allowed himself to fall in love with. This woman he allowed to change his entire life couldn't be the same one that emerged from the shadows with the look of murder in her

He was the almighty vampire, the mercyless and fearless God of war who has killed countless alphas during wars. Damon Salvatore. Only his name can make an alpha pee on his pants. "Calm down Damon, even my son Dorian is Missing with some other girl called Summer, we will find them, just relax." Mr Derek said softly, trying to cool down his angry friend. "You better be fast Derek or else, heads will roll." Mr Damon muttered, anger visibly seen on his face. If anything happens to his son, they will have their selves to blame. "I got a lead sir."

he roars, his eyes wild with rage. Sylvie steps out from behind the curtains, her presence a confusing addition to the chaos. Damon’s face shifts from confusion to recognition, his rage turning toward her. “You? You did this?” Damon leaps at Sylvie, his anger turning him into a force of nature. But just as he is in midair, Dane appears, his knife gleaming in the dim light. With a sickening twist, he drives the knife into Damon’s heart. Damon falls to the ground, his blood mingling with Sophia’s.

She never cared about others feelings. There was another person present at the banquet. Damon Salvatore. His heart skipped a beat looking at his Mate. His wolf was screaming at him to go to his mate. But he couldn't do that. He had promised to himself that he will move on from Josephine and claim Samantha as his Mate. While Samantha was becoming green out of jealousy beside him, seeing him looking at another woman.

For a moment, the silence pressed on my chest, and I looked around for a way out of this place. Then I heard him. Alpha Dominic Salvatore, standing by the window, his back to me. The moonlight caught the edges of his frame, broad shoulders, tense posture, veins flexing down his arms. “You should have knelt,” he said, voice sharp as the blade at his hip. “Even the idea of you speaking back the way you did should have gotten you killed.” “Then why didn’t it?” I asked, testing him. “I wouldn’t have minded. I would have been free of all this.”

“I don’t do love; hell, I don’t do relationships. But I want to keep you in my life; like I said last night, it was great, and I want more of that.” Raven looks at Damon wondering where he is going with his story. “If he doesn’t do relationships, then what does he want? Just sex, but how?” she asks herself. “Meaning,” she finally decides to ask him. “Let’s just say I have crazy sex desires. That not many women can take, but you sucked my huge dick more than once. And that not many women can do,” he tells her. “I could be wrong, but you can fulfill any of those desires. Depending on your pain intake,” he continues to say.