Damon Salvatore Rule Novels & Stories

The words hung heavy in the air, swallowed by silence. Damon didn’t move at first. He just looked at her. Not angry, but contemplative. His thumb tapped against the table, a slow rhythm that filled the pause between them. Then he leaned forward, resting his chin lightly against his knuckles, the faintest ghost of a smirk playing at his mouth. “So,” he said, his voice low and deliberate, “what you’re basically asking for… is the freedom to do anything you like? Without the previous rules that were given?”

“Not because he’s loyal… but because he’s scared. Zogo moved faster than anyone expected. Regalado’s not the kind of man who begs… unless he’s seen something worse.” Alex leaned back slightly. “Salvatore, though? That man is cruel.” “And he won’t stay one if Zogo starts taking cities like a game of chess,” Damian said. “Salvatore built his neutrality on fear. On control. He won’t ignore a young lion carving up the South without asking permission.” Alex nodded slowly. “You want to talk to him?” Damian hesitated. Then he spoke quietly. “I have to.” He looked out the window… the distant skyline of the capital was starting to take shape now.

“Rule #12: No red pens are allowed in Mr. Salvatore’s vicinity. He finds the color aggressive and unnecessarily judgmental.” I stared at that line for a good ten seconds. “Rule #17: Mr Salvatore hates the smell of peaches ,so anything with peaches should not be brought near him he is also allergic to peanuts and should not be given anything with it in it” “Rule #20: Background music must be pre-set to Mozart’s Requiem at precisely 20% volume on high-stress days. You’ll know it’s a high-stress day if Mr. Salvatore enters the building without speaking.”

“Giovanni, Dante is not alone” “Unless it is a fight of Alphas” he said, stopping Mattia from finishing his sentence. If that starts, then if anyone tries to interfere, they are dead before they could even think of blinking. It is a rule, and I believe that you of all people should know that very well; therefore, say one of them did try to interfere, that is one less soul on the table” “You really thought this through, didn’t you?” Mattia asked, smirking at his boss.

Linny was already half dressed when he came in. His eyes held this twinkle in them. " Damian, I don't think we should do this" He didn't respond but looked at her instead like she was some meal of some sort. "I will do with you as I please" he roared. Linny whimpered. Damian was relentless as he walked around her sniffing and drawing in her scent. There was an unfamiliar scent around her. " Who have you been with?" he demanded.

Mark's anger flared as he hated to think that Damian didn't trust him too and was ready to resign. Contacting all their partners to be in a meeting at the company was equally causing a big division because Damon was new and wouldn't be able to handle all the greedy shareholders. And that was another room for war and division. "Father, you should be aware of your health status and knowing that you cannot always yell at me like that. I cannot rule the Tucker's Group forever, and now that Damon is back, I will only lecture him on how to handle the group and leave the rest to him," Damian smiled, meeting his stepmother's satisfied gaze as she wanted her son to take over all their family's wealth

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.

- Alistair concluded, looking at everyone. Damon was about to say he wanted to volunteer, but Salvadore, his worst enemy, beat him. He was standing on the dais now, and his buddies Marco and Chris, along with his younger brother Johann, were hanging around beside him. Salvadore was tall, blond, black-eyed, with medium length hair, well-built and extremely handsome. His brother differed only in that his shoulder-length hair was black and eyes were dark blue. Marco was a short-cut dark haired man with hazel eyes, but his muscles did not differ much from the rest, he was only slightly shorter. Chris, on the other hand, had heavily gelled, upturned hair, a color so gray shade of blonde that it s

I follow the blonde, evading her hand when she tries to link it through my arm. “Cain, finally.” Darius is sitting at the table next to a blonde boy, but Flame is nowhere to be seen. He gestures to the blonde boy. “This is Damien and I assume you’ve met Gale and Ollie. There’s also Emery and Leila…” He emphasises the last name, as if to remind me that Flame is using her middle name with the humans. “Have just popped upstairs to get their jackets.” “Here.” Gale places a plate down on the table and pats the chair. Some sort of filled tortilla’s are on the plate and they smell amazing.

They have a child together," I said remembering Damian calling me earlier this morning to tell of the new development. "Really?" She asked. "Yeah" I nodded, as I found myself lost in thoughts if anything I need to be always around Damian before he goes changing or transferring his will to this newfound son of his. "If so, you don't have a problem, you rather just get yourself insurance. Sophia said as I looked at her, confused as to what she meant. I was about to ask her to explain when Gabriel came in followed by his bodyguard. Gabriel is the typical example of the devil's advocate. His very presence commands fear and terror.