Damon Salvatore Vampire Diaries Novels & Stories

I will think about going back home tomorrow. I get out of the kitchen and walk around the living room. I think Raul, Orpheus and Athan went with Damien to do the check up. Damien is a very determined leader. If these Vampires were werewolves, he would be an Alpha. Just like father wanted. He wanted me to have an Alpha mate. I got a Vampire Alpha instead and he is everything to me. I just love him the way he is; Vampire or not. I wouldn't like him any other way.

he explains. "Ah, perhaps that's why our father keeps looking for a pure-blooded female vampire so that he can have a pure-blooded daughter, but unfortunately for him, he had four sons," he explained. Really? Can he marry his sister? Is that really how the vampires live? "Please don't get mad at me, but I just want to ask. Why is Sir Darenn's mother mortal?" When I asked him, he sipped his drink before responding. "Aunt Rose is my father's first love," he explained.

he starts with his eyebrows furrowing. "So I stopped taking baths with him and I used the shower to get away. Then he joined me there. The touching progressed into licking and sucking and I hated showers so I tried to never wash again. My mum had no idea what was going on and made me which invited more alone time with dad. One day I got the courage to tell him I didn't want to play anymore. That's when he held me down and raped me for the first time," Damon's voice cracks on the last sentence so I hold my hand out for him to hold. He wraps his fingers around mine and taps three times as he stares at the wall in front of him.

Love both Boss and Man equally, and if the most powerful vampire leader in the vampires was taking Type as their mate or more look like gave him some sort of Queen tittle, but Jonthan said they hate wolf, so if they actually hate wolf how the hell, they take Type as their mate who was also an wolf in past? Type is a, Vampire Quen had seemed . . . Love both Boss and Man equally, and if the most powerful vampire leader in the vampires was taking Type as their mate or more look like gave him some sort of Queen tittle, but Jonathan said they hate angles, so if they actually hate wolf's how the hell, they take Type as their mate who was also a wolf in past? "Type was a wolf to before turning into

I needed him to continue; I needed him to tell me everything. “I know what he is, Tessa,” my father shocked me again by saying. “What?” I asked, trying to steady my trembling hands by holding onto my fingers. “What are you talking about?” He met my eyes before he said, “I know that Joseph is a vampire.”

For one suspended, unbearable second, no one moved. Then the driver’s door opened. A figure stepped out into the rain. Tall. Lean. Silhouetted by the headlights. Damon’s stomach dropped. Because even through the storm and the distance He recognized him. Viktor. Alive. And not alone. Th e rear passenger door of the SUV opened slowly. Another figure stepped out. Calm. Elegant. Shoulders straight despite the blood and soot. Damon’s breath turned to ice. Matteo Laurent.

There was a shade of brown that looked like a green carpet that had turned brown after years of not being cleaned. I decided on the bright yellow. I didn’t think Sana even knew that she was painting and had been painting my knuckles for the past ten minutes. I looked over and saw that we had consumed three whole bottles between us. No wonder we all couldn’t stop laughing. Christ. How was I ever going to get home in this state? “Okay okay, but Charlie’s dream man was Damon Salvatore from vampire diaries for the longest time.” Sana laughed. Charlie tried to glare, but failed woefully. “what’s wrong with Damon, he’s hot.”

He had bitten his wrist and was putting his blood into his cupped hand. "It won't change you, dumb ass. I won't release the enzymes for change. I'm just offering it to heal you or you can bleed out. Frankly, I don't care, either way, " Damon growled. Grayson was telling him to do it and I watched as the big man drank the blood from Damon's hand and laid back on the couch and sighed. "I still hate vampires," Davorin grunted and Damon laughed. "Well I just saved your life so the nonsense over your father's death is null and void the man murdered my former mate and I believe in vengeance," Damon said firmly and surprisingly the Dire Wolf king nodded and raised his large hand.

“…You don’t know what paprika looks like?” “I mean… it’s the red stuff, right? Somewhere over there?” He didn’t even bother replying. Just muttered something about needing a doctor or an exorcist and rolled up his sleeves like a brooding kitchen god. Now listen—I’d seen book boyfriends do swoon-worthy things. Fight dragons. Write poems. Cry in the rain. But Damian Salvatore? Chopping onions like a five-star chef for the sake of family honor? I was stunned. “What next?” I asked, trying to be helpful.

I stared at the vampire. He looked young, but his eyes held an ancient wisdom and cunning. "Who are you?" I demanded. The vampire looked up and gave me a sinister smile. "My name is Damian," he said, his voice elegant and cold. "You may have heard Lila mention me." My heart stopped. "Lila's... brother?" "Her partner, to be precise," Damian said, licking his lips. "We were on the same team." The captain flipped through a file. "This Damian's identity has been confirmed. High-ranking vampire, has been embedded in wolf society for years." He looked at me. "According to our investigation, he has been supplying a special poison to an omega named Lila."