Damon Salvatore Rule Novels & Stories

I was so afraid as I looked at his teeth that I screamed again and the door was kicked down. I saw a flash of something familiar and then Calvin was lifted off of me and thrown to the other side of the room. I heard him crash against the wall and when I sat up I saw Damon holding him by his throat against the wall. “Alpha Damon,” Calvin said through his ragged breath. Alpha Damon? “Forcefully trying to mark someone is punishable by defanging,” Damon growled at him. “I didn’t know she was yours,” he said sounding desperate. “It doesn’t matter who she belongs to,” Damon yelled as he squeezed harder and then let Calvin fall to the floor in a fit of coughs.

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?"

I spat, “What exactly is your problem?” “My problem? Do you want to know exactly what my problem is? It's you, my problem is fucking you!!!” Damian yelled, “You knew I was drunk and you took advantage of the situation.” “What?” I stood to my feet, “Are you dumb or what? I take advantage of you? You are not all that, Mr. Damian Salvatore; I guess when you drink, you have memory loss, so let me remind you that I didn't approach you, you did, and you even begged me.”

That has been used against me in the past and it didn't make any difference. Damien could sense what Mark was looking for and he decided that even if Elena wanted to call this human a friend, this friend would try to kill him if he thought he needed to. Damien paused for a second, contemplating whether to tell Mark of his ability to survive just about any wound. Yes, I need to make sure Mark doesn't think he can kill me, so he will stop planning on how to do it. Mark, I can heal from any wound. Do you understand that? I am immortal.

I had never been one to back down from a fight, especially when that fight had my pride at stake. “You’re a bold one, I see,” he said,, “but today, I won't punish your insolent curiosity. I will answer you. I am Alpha Adonis Damon, the first of my name and the ruler of the entire Reborn clan.” I nodded, because I had nothing else to say. Judging from how he had introduced himself, it was evident that he took his position very seriously and I was supposed to be impressed. But I was not. I chuckled when he looked disappointed that I did not look moved by his introduction, and his eyes turned darker.

Marcus had talked about him the last few times we had spoken. The Demon Wolf as he was better known. Every few generations an Alpha would be born with him. Usually they became cruel and sadistic, Aamon eventually taking over fully. Hunters were well acquainted with the stories because when a new demon wolf was awakened, it usually meant that the elite hunters were sent to kill them before he could take over. Here I, an elite hunter, staring down the eyes of Aamon who was my mate. Desmond was strong enough to hold him back though. Until now, until I showed up and refused to see him.

“They were family.” Damien sat with perfect, aristocratic posture despite his torn black shirt and crimson-flecked eyes. “Damien Crowe. Graduate student. Pure-blood vampire. I drove a silver blade through my sire’s heart tonight. The man who gave me this cursed existence… called me his greatest pride.” A bitter smile touched his lips. “Now I’m alone in the bloodline.”

“Doesn’t matter. Point is, I know what I’m saying.” He studied me, his expression unreadable. The silence dragged, making my skin itch. Finally, he asked, “And what do you get out of this deal?” I swallowed hard. “Control.” His lips curved into something between a smirk and a sneer. “Control. Right.” “I’m not joking, Dominic.” “Neither am I.” He stepped even closer, his chest almost brushing mine. “You don’t get control with me. You’d never get control with me.” My chin lifted on instinct. “We’ll see.”

“Unless of course you believe that it belongs to her, then if that's the case, then how about we just end it all here? But you know for a fact that I'm not going to allow it to end, not until you've snapped out of it.” He staggered up, hands on his knees, spitting blood onto the stone. I could feel the shift in him, not physical, not power, but a storm finally choosing to rise instead of wait. His eyes darkened as he looked at me and I smiled. “Lysandra, this is not going to end well.” Damon said, giving me a warning. I looked at him over my shoulder and shook my head. “There's no time to step back now. He's going to fight and I'm going to fight back, and neither one of you is going to inter

Only one person addresses him that way and even if he was on his deathbed and he heard this voice, he would still recognize it. A huge frown suddenly settled on Damien 's face and he sharply turned around. There he was, the big and confident Williams, who had his hands crossed against his chest and a huge and disgusting smirk plastered on his face. "What do you want, Williams?" Immediately Damien said that, Williams suddenly bursted into a malicious laughter. Alex and Tobias quickly exchanged a look and they looked back at the dramatic Williams, who was busy putting on a show right before them. Damien walked towards him and he stopped just when he was a few feet away from him. Williams did t