Novel & Cerita Damon Salvatore In The Vampire Diaries

My head snaps in the direction it came from and my eyes land on a handsome man with the exact shade of dark green eyes as Heidi and Harlow. Samael clenches his fist, and I rest my hand on his leg in an attempt to keep him calm. The vampire, I assume to be Damien Nightshade, pushes his chair back and uses his speed to fly around the table, appearing at my side. Dimitri, Seth, and Samael all stand immediately, crowding around me protectively. Damien sneers down at me, his face contorting into a look of pure hatred, “tell me, my queen, did you enjoy ripping out my brother's heart? Did those two little whores fill your pretty head with lies about him?”

I needed him to continue; I needed him to tell me everything. “I know what he is, Tessa,” my father shocked me again by saying. “What?” I asked, trying to steady my trembling hands by holding onto my fingers. “What are you talking about?” He met my eyes before he said, “I know that Joseph is a vampire.”

Elijah objected, and Melia shot him a hard look. "I'll pass the message along," she said, handing the phone to the snow-haired man, who snatched it from her. "Hello, father. Yes, I'm fine. Who is Dahioh? An idiot I have for a friend," he lied. Melia gave him a dirty look at the insult. "Yes, I'll stay at her house. I'll be back tomorrow, I'll be fine. Yes, yes, I'll introduce you to them tomorrow. Okay..." Hanging up, he turned to Melia. "Now, vampire lady, where are you taking me?"

An elderly man right beside Alexia speaks first and it moves on till it reaches him, he looks Alexia up and down and he smirks and says, “We met this morning, it’s like destiny, or should I say fate? I should have introduced myself then, but it skipped me because I couldn’t think straight when I saw you.” Alexia smiles in his direction and nods her head. She wipes her palms slowly in her trousers so, it isn’t obvious that she is nervous. The young man continues when she doesn’t say a thing, “My name is Damon Salvatore. The CEO of Salvatore Gold company.” Alexia replies to him, with a blank expression,

Anyway, I'm Damon Salvatore, I'm a demon vampire leech on any man's body years by years and I finally came back to find the granddaughter of my beloved Isabelle. "I'm coming my dear Diana!", I whispered as I started to walked inside the campus. Ps. Damon Salvatore is a hybrid demon vampire. He possesses the magic of invisibility and could perform mind travel concentration.

While she was looking for answers to her questions, something caught her eye. "A black cape? Long-sleeved white shirt? And a red bow?” Cyrille's eyes begin to widen. "This is how a vampire dresses in classic Dracula films!" she exclaimed. “Oh my—” She couldn't finish her words and immediately covered her mouth to keep from shouting. She was overjoyed with the mixed emotions she was experiencing at the time, and she couldn't believe that after days of fruitless hunting, she'd have the good fortune to meet a vampire.

Saveroth also left the room. On the other hand, Damien was also smiling at the seat of his Lamborghini Veneno Roadster. Yep, Damien is the only noble-class vampire who never uses a personal driver. Damien smiled. Novak's decision to make him the leader of the rebel hunting army was a big step towards his success in overthrowing the vampire kingdom. They did not know that Damien was the leader of the rebel army itself.

He had bitten his wrist and was putting his blood into his cupped hand. "It won't change you, dumb ass. I won't release the enzymes for change. I'm just offering it to heal you or you can bleed out. Frankly, I don't care, either way, " Damon growled. Grayson was telling him to do it and I watched as the big man drank the blood from Damon's hand and laid back on the couch and sighed. "I still hate vampires," Davorin grunted and Damon laughed. "Well I just saved your life so the nonsense over your father's death is null and void the man murdered my former mate and I believe in vengeance," Damon said firmly and surprisingly the Dire Wolf king nodded and raised his large hand.

“…You don’t know what paprika looks like?” “I mean… it’s the red stuff, right? Somewhere over there?” He didn’t even bother replying. Just muttered something about needing a doctor or an exorcist and rolled up his sleeves like a brooding kitchen god. Now listen—I’d seen book boyfriends do swoon-worthy things. Fight dragons. Write poems. Cry in the rain. But Damian Salvatore? Chopping onions like a five-star chef for the sake of family honor? I was stunned. “What next?” I asked, trying to be helpful.

And Damon watched it all. Quietly. Carefully. Memorizing it. --- By evening, they returned. The villa stood quiet as usual. The car pulled in. Damon stepped out first. Then opened her side again. “Careful.” “I know,” she said, already used to it. He helped her out. One hand around her as they walked inside. The moment they entered— Damon’s eyes shifted. Sharp. Focused. There was someone there. Waiting. One of his men. A spy.