Damon Salvatore Novels & Stories

“Paperwork’s been prepped and signed for weeks. I figured you’d try to sink the ship, what you didn’t expect is that I rebuilt the entire foundation with someone far more competent by my side. As you might know, the last thing that I would want is to find myself lead into something that I do not want to cope with. And mind you, there are closures that you're going to need to pay. If you think that we are going to end this with me being financially affected, then you are very wrong. Your lawyers should explain this to you. Mine will attend the meeting as well. Things will be settled. If you want us to be there to sign papers, we are more than welcome. Otherwise we have other things to take ca

Alex seemed to be quite shocked by Damien's request, but he didn't bother to show it. Damien on the other hand didn't want anything alcoholic. He wanted to be sober for a while... At least until he was ready to go on his bout against the Rogue Wolves. He knew that if he took any drop of alcohol in his taste, he would end up drinking himself to stupor, and that was the last thing he needed right now. "Okay, then. I'll go fetch Ariel and tell her to make a hot cup of tea. I'll see you in a bit", he said a d with that, he left the conference room... *********

“Then you decided to keep coming after me. You couldn’t let me go, could you? You had to keep talking, keep trying to make trouble. And now…” He smiled, a slow, dangerous smile that made my stomach turn. “Now I have to remind you who I am. I have to remind you that I am Damien Salvatore. I have to remind you what my family is. I have to remind you of your place.” He leaned in so close I could feel his breath against my cheek. “You’re not even a real Blackwater. And I guess that’s why you act the way you do. But here’s the thing.....” He straightened suddenly, towering over me like a judge delivering a sentence.

Instead, he went back to running, leaving everyone astonished. That's because Damien's power is to endure pain. So it's no wonder why he was still alive when he was thrown into the sea and could instantly run after being hit by a car. He didn't feel any pain. That was another reason why Sam hid him. Aside from the fear of his psychopathic soul returning at any time, Sam was also worried that Damien would endanger himself because even if he got hurt, he wouldn't realize it because he couldn't feel pain. His ability, although extraordinary, was also very dangerous because he might not suffer from the pain but if he bled, he might die from blood loss. So that's why Sam is very strict with Damie

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. He is the same person standing right in front of me, smiling like he just caught a huge prey. He is nothing like people describe him to be. "I will agree to your condition but I will let you go only if you find your mate. If you don't find him on the full moon of your birthday, I won't let you go" he uttered and stepped back, putting his hands behind his back. "Until then, you are mine, Olivia. Your body, your soul, everything belongs to me. You were bought by me after all" he deadpanned.

Damian said, taking his cigarette to his lips and pulling a heavy drag from it, puffing it into the air. "Do I happen to know her? What's her name? Does she work in your grandfather's hospital?" Henry inquired, and Damian nodded. "She wasn't a student before you left the country, but she is in a relationship with Jonathan Leonardo," Damian announced as he puffed the cloud of smoke through his nose. "What, you mean Alicia Dawson?" Henry Benard asked in shock, as he immediately set down his glass on the table across the room. Damian sat on another couch and asked, "You know her? Interesting."

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.

His aura, his dark eyes, his imposing stance. This man must be Dante Salvatore. Tall, perfectly dressed in a black suit that probably cost enough to feed all the children in the north. Dark hair styled back from his face, a carefully groomed beard - mustache and goatee that gave him the look of an old-world prince turned devil. The thin scar running from his ear to his chin cut through the edge of the beard, making him look even more dangerous. The drunk man—Mr. Armani—raised his hands in surrender. "I didn't know, Salvatore. I swear, I didn't know she was yours—"

” “I don't just want to keep you away from Luciano, I want so much from you, which includes keeping you to myself and I'd be glad if you work along. Luciano is a monster, and we need to bring him down.” “You're the monster here, not him.” I shot back, writhing in his grip. Damon laughed softly, his lips just inches from my ear. “That's where you're wrong, sweetheart. Luciano is my brother and I know him better than anyone else. Luciano is a monster.” I stilled “Dammit!” Damon cursed and released my wrist abruptly, stepping back. He turned to Logan. “Keep an eye on her. Make sure she stays comfortable, for now.”

I asked and Davian snorted. His eyes twinkled with mischief “I would like to think my best friend’s speciality is hunting humans” Goosebumps lined my arms. Sometimes there was a darkness in Davian’s eyes whenever he talked about something. I have heard stories of his best friend, Ricardo Salvatore. He was Italy’s most feared mafia boss and was a monster. It was understandable why he was barely around Davian and they only seemed to meet in private and only when it was important because Ricardo was not the man who loved public appearances.