Damon Salvatore Vampire Diaries Novels & Stories

It's like we're in a teleserye where the most important character in the story will enter with matching wind and the silence of the people here in the hall. I saw a man enter with black hair and red lips, a sharp nose and Sea green eyes. There was a mole on the side of his eye and he was wearing a black leader and black pants, he was wearing rings and they were really shining. "He's Creed Lux ​​Vaughn, the eldest of the Vaughn's. He's known to be hot -headed but he's nice when you two are close. He's a Half Vampire and half wolf. you see his Sea green eyes? That's his best asset, but be careful because those eyes are already hypo hihi. " The story of Lit.

the person I wanted to protect. "There's one more thing," Julian's expression turned serious. "About your past." I put down my brush. "Isabella Morane was found dead in her cell yesterday," he said, handing me a newspaper. "Killed by other vampire inmates, apparently." I glanced at the headline. I felt nothing. "And Alistair Valerius has taken a new role. He's now an arbiter on the Conclave of Veils," Julian continued. "He's dedicated himself to maintaining peace between humans and vampires. They say his work has been exceptional."

I was putting on my shoes by the front door when Daisy stopped me to hand me a small bottle. I looked at it, then looked back at her. “What is this? I know the city’s not so safe right now, but I don’t think pepper spray is going to stop a serial killer.” Daisy rolled her eyes. “It’s garlic powder.” “Oh for fuck’s sake, you’re still on this vampire bullshit?” I pushed the bottle back into her hands but she stepped back. “Just hold it with you. It’s better to be safe than sorry.” I shook my head, but stuffed the bottle in my bra. My Uber was waiting outside, and by the time I pulled up to the event hall, the party was in full swing.

I had never seen the man before, I only heard things about him but I have seen his photos but this time it wasn’t a photo he was here. He pulled his eyes away from me and then his eyes went around the area as if he was watching for some kind of threat. I pulled my eyes away grabbing the drink on the table as I glumped it down as my eyes rolled back to the man watching me. Unlike what I have heard of him , he was tall, maybe a six foot-four or a six foot-five and somehow when he looked at me I melted. He was hot like a real Ian somerholder____Damon Salvatore.

“And if anyone wants to challenge it, speak now.” The room was quiet. No one said a word. Salvatore turned to face the altar. He took a small dagger from the table beside it and cut his palm. Blood dripped slowly into a silver bowl. “Come,” he said. Damon stepped forward and did the same. He cut his palm and let his blood mix with Salvatore’s. “This is the bond,” Salvatore said. “You are now my beta.” Everyone clapped. Some people even cheered. Damon looked like he might cry. He bowed low in front of Salvatore.

Vladimir Salvatore was a ruthless and evil man, taking lives as he seemed fit, he died a gruesome death, Damien strokes his chin from what he remembered he was dragged down to hell by his grandfather, he won't be able to come out even if he wanted to. His grandfather Ulrik Lafayette was a powerful and ruthless vampire, this man Damien hadn't seen him for years. "What there doing won't work, it's just a waste of blood...." Callous nodded but if it wasn't meant for that guy, then it would make even more sense. "What if it wasn't meant for Salvatore, what if it was meant for someone else..." Then it was a big possibility, Damien sighed did they found out about Madeline so sooner. "Do you think.

“Oh my God… It’s you. You’re one of them. The Dominion.” The vampire’s smirk widened. “So Valerius broke our law and told mortals about us. Tsk, tsk. That is a crime punishable by death. But I won’t go back empty-handed. I’ll start with leverage. And you, chef girl… you’ll do just fine.” Before she could scream, he lunged. His hand slammed against her chest, knocking the air out of her lungs. Zoe clawed at him, pushing, kicking, but his strength was inhuman. He pressed her to the wall, his fangs glinting.

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.

Salvatore’s voice called sharply: “Damien. To my study. Now.” Damien stiffened. Something in the old man’s voice… made fear coil inside him. He entered the study. And stopped cold. Across the desk were files, photos, documents — and at the very center, a birth certificate. His eyes landed on the name written beside “Mother.” Elena Salvatore. Damien’s heart stopped. “What… what is this?” he asked, his voice barely audible. Old Mr. Salvatore looked at him without mercy.

Luciano Salvatore. He stood there, utterly calm, his eyes glinting with amusement as he blocked my escape. “Running off without saying hello to your ex-boyfriend? And your savior?” His smile was sharp, almost cruel, his fangs catching the faint light glinting with crimson and I shut my eyes while shaking my head as I tried not to determine the fate of the vampire he had stormed off with. But it was obvious, Salvatore had killed him. My breath hitched. “Thank you,” I muttered, my voice barely audible. He wasn’t going to kill me—that much I was sure of. But his presence alone sent a chill down my spine.