Damon Salvatore Novels & Stories

The reflection of the restaurant flickers over the windowpane, blending strangers and headlights into a moving blur. I open the folder again, because of course I do. Some part of me can’t stop. Damon Vale stares back at me from a glossy phototaken at a conference, suit immaculate, expression unreadable. He looks like a man who never loses control of anything. Not his company. Not his secrets. I trace the line of his jaw with my eyes, studying every detail. He’s the kind of man people underestimate until it’s too late. The kind who makes enemies quietly and buries them just as silently.

I looked up to see a lean man with blonde hair and bright eyes raising his hands in surrender. Ricco, Nicco, and Maximo shielded me with their bodies. “Viola, it’s me, Carlo Mancuso!” He yelled loud enough to see him. I finally recognized him when he said his name. “Ricco, let him through. He’s my friend.” My three bodyguards obliged and Carlo walked to me. He was the nephew to Stefano Mancuso, the leader of one of the four mafia families in Italy. He and I were not friends. I’d only uttered those words to ensure Ricco would let him through. I’d gone to boarding school with him when I was in high school—before I transferred to an all-girls boarding school.

While driving, he was just recalling Liam's words in his mind. 'I know my obsession can become worse sometimes, but I can't help it. I can't see anyone with my baby. She is only mine. I love her so much. I have to get married to Ashley as soon as possible! Only Ashley can save me from myself now. I want her to be mine completely.' Damon was sitting in a press conference. He is the CEO of Williams Enterprises, so he always has to attend and interact with the media too. Damon is a popular person, so he always has to deal with the media and press, but he knows how to handle them with his savage answers.

Damien smirk. Don stoop up from the floor, and turn into something huge… … … … . SLAY MONSTER???? "Slay monster?? But I captured you??". Damien questioned surprisingly. How come it's here?? "Wrong! You took my father away, not me". He groaned. " I'm Dante Olson ". Dante said, who's also known as Don Damien suddenly laughs. " So I captured your father and you're looking for the white goblin instead of your father?? If I were your father I would have killed you the day you were born". Damien said.

VICTORIA I kept staring a second longer until a folder was placed on my lap. “Read through the agreements so you know if everything’s okay,” Mr. Dante whispered, and I snapped out of it, realizing the meeting had already started. From our side, in the dark, I watched the signs on the screen while the interpreter relayed them to Lorenzo. He said he apologized for not attending. “I wasn’t expecting you. I was expecting your father. Patriarch Dmitri Brona is the one I’ve always made deals with,” Lorenzo shot back without a shred of respect.

For us. "You listen to me, you son of a bitch," Damian snarled, his voice laced with fury. "I will find you. And I will make you pay. I will tear you apart piece by piece." "I'd like to see you try," Adrian said, unfazed. "But first, you're going to do something for me. You're going to sign over Salvatore Corp to me. All of it. And in exchange, I might... and I mean might... let her live. The baby on the other hand… let’s hope we are in a good mood when it's all over. If you try to contact the police. Or if you try to be a hero. She dies. Slowly. And you will listen to it all. Do we have a deal?"

He was clean-shaven, dressed in a dark suit with a hint of exhaustion etched on the lines of his face, but he looked very sane. “M…Mr Damon..” Some muttered. Damon didn’t look at him. He walked straight to the head of the table and stopped beside the chairman. “I believe you’re voting on my position,” Damon said calmly. The room fell silent. “You should have told us you were attending,” one board member said cautiously. Damon turned to him. “I wasn’t invited.” The chairman cleared his throat again. “Mr. Sinclair, given recent events…” “I’ve lost my wife,” Damon said, cutting him off. “Not my mind.”

It consumed a day before Dominick wake up, and now, here we are. Dominick returned the wealth and all assets of Damon to his parents—Blake and Robert. “Let’s go?” he said, carrying Liam. We stepped closer to Damon’s tomb. Damon Karsyn Born: November 02, 1985 Died: February 08, 2018

My screams turned to sobs, my body trembling as I stumbled back toward the darkness of the palace. As the doors closed behind me, I caught one last glimpse of Damien standing alone on the platform, his face shadowed but his posture unyielding. For a moment, I wondered why he had intervened—why he had spared me that final, damning sight. But the answer didn’t matter. House Muller was gone. And I was truly, utterly alone.

But Damon isn't sure if it's tied to a bigger plot involving the upcoming Blue Moon, and [the one above] who wishes to end Lana’s life. He sighs heavily and enters the room, his senses keenly alert as he prepares to face Captain Eric, concealing his vulnerability behind the veil of confident authority. “Welcome Alpha, his name is Donovan Monroe. He lives in an uncompleted lobby in Shrouded Peaks. He is 34, with no child–” “Leave us and get back to work,” Damon interrupts Eric, his expression stoic as he dismisses. As Captain Eric’s footsteps retreat, the Alpha redirects his attention and listens intently to the nearest heartbeat within the room.