Damon Salvatore Rule Novels & Stories

Rain poured harder, soaking through every layer of me until it felt like the sky was trying to drown me in its tears. My pulse thudded loudly in my ears when I saw him step out of the car. Tall and domineering. Damien Salvatore. Even his name scraped against my bones. He moved toward me with that same calm control that made everything else fade. I stumbled, shaking my head. “Don’t touch me!” His hand caught my wrist before I could take another step. The heat of his palm burning against my skin, steady and unyielding, like the world itself had chosen sides and I was sure it wasn’t mine.

Damon was too confident that he could kill Thamer easily. Thamer just laughed at him. " Yes, any moment, you're dead Professor Salvatore!" He said and hit him with a fireball also. Damon stumbled on the ground but he managed to stod up. His wing like bat suddenly stretches out under his huge cape. He's going to fly and at the same time, attacking him. " Now let's see if you heal faster!" He shouted at him and rose to the sky. Thamer had wings too so before Damon attack him, he quickly avoided the huge blaze of fire instantly.

Although, he didn't seem to mind it at all. "Thank you. You look handsome." I said honestly, a grin on my face. Dominic always looked neat but that particular night, he looked a little bit different. A good different. He was dressed in a black suit and tie, tailored for his large body. The tattoos trailed down from his neck down to his hands and onto his fingers. At first glance, one would know not to fuck with him. He looked ravishing and despite telling myself it wouldn't happen again, I knew it would because I wanted it to.

Old habits die hard, and knowing your odds was always the first rule of survival. Salvatore's laugh was forced, the kind that people used when they were trying to convince themselves they were in control. "You know it has always become a habit of mine to walk with my men." He paused, and I could see the calculation in his eyes. He was building up to something, trying to find the right angle to get under my skin. "And I know you, Ronan. If you could set Damien's car on fire - and he's your brother - I wonder what you can do to me." He was teasing now, but there was an edge to it, a challenge.

Damien said. Roy chuckled. Damien's eyes narrowed at him. "Why the hell are you laughing? Do you think it's funny?" He asked Roy, who shook his head, erasing the smile on his face. "I thought you won't come back to your senses anymore. I like it that you realize you are wrong fast enough before it's too late." Roy added, "Would you need any help? I can request the etas and deltas to assist and..." "No," Damien said. "I don't want any attention to myself. I am going to get her myself, and no matter the army he sends towards me, I can't be taken down."

He smiles, “I don’t want to scare you off, Alice. I just wanted to convince you that I was there, I was the one that saved you and not the other way around. I would never hurt—“ I cut him off, “—it’s okay. I understand and I’m not scared. I just want to know more,” “Of course. You can ask me anything and I’ll be truthful,” “How old are you, Damon?” Damon is no way more than his early 30s. The way he carries himself, the way he dresses and the way he speaks, it wouldn’t cause any suspicion. However, there is just something in his gaze. As if he has been through years or even centuries as the world folds into a different era. He moves slower, he takes his time in the words he speaks. I am conf

"No. I messed up. Completely. Until now I've been playing submissive by his rules. But if I want to beat him, I need to change the game entirely." "You sound like a secret agent. And how exactly are you planning to do that?" "He thrives on control. I'm going to make him lose it. Completely." Greta looked at me, half confused, half entertained. "You know I'm on your side, but honestly? Burning him down sounds easier." I laughed. "You're so dramatic." She stayed with me until late evening. We watched horror movies and ate an obscene amount of junk food. We put the subject of Axel aside for the night, and I was grateful. I wouldn't have survived another conversation about him.

I asked. He didn't reply immediately instead he spanked my ass and groaned. “Call me uncle Roy more time and I swear….” “You swear what?” I asked again. I wanted to dare him. I wanted to hear what he would say but I didn't need to see what he could do. He had already shown me more than enough and I had learnt. “I'd make sure you pass out from what I do to you next”. He said confidence oozed from his word like he was so sure of his abilities.

He had always been the master of his domain, a ruler of hearts, and this abrupt act of defiance threatened to shatter the very foundation of his dominance. The walls of his room in Ronald's house, an opulent sanctuary, once symbols of his peace, seemed to close in on him, echoing the turmoil in his heart. This wasn't a challenge he could tolerate. It was a threat to his very essence, and he would not stand idly by. As the seconds ticked by, a dangerous resolve took hold of Donovan. He knew he had to act swiftly, with the kind of dominance that left no room for dissent. This wasn't just about winning Boma back; it was about asserting and maintaining his authority. He would never let it be sai

" I wouldn't want anyone defying my orders and I will be expecting total loyalty from you," " Salvatore" he was stunned at my sudden outburst, I couldn't remember when last I had raised my voice at him but he needed it. Taking a large stride toward him, I patted him gently on the shoulder before leaning forward, lips on his ear, "Do not ever forget who is in charge here, Eduardo, I rule and you follow"