Damon Salvatore Vampire Diaries Novels & Stories

Unable to keep his eyes open any longer, they fluttered closed as his head fell to the side, his body loosened, his chest fell flat and his heart stopped beating. … "The next thing I knew, I woke up in some worn out bedroom at the top of some English tavern with Demitri standing above me. I knew I shouldn't have woken, so I questioned him and… Well, here I am. A vampire." Harley's eyes were wide with horror and her mouth opened in the shape of an O. She closed it again, biting her lip. She stayed silent and stood up. He stood up top, thinking that she had decided to leave. Instead, she did the last thing he ever expected her to do. She threw her arms around him in a hug, embracing him tightl

"Most people have already left. There are specifics that Father and Cavallaro need to go over with Salvatore Vitiello. Now there is just Damon and his group." I peered through the gap and had a clear view of the throng of chairs gathered around the fireplace. With his legs crossed and a glass of Scotch in his hand, Damon relaxedly rested against the fireplace's marble ledge. He was sitting next to his brother Matteo, who had his legs apart and a wolfish grin on his face. During dinner, they had called Romero, the second bodyguard, and Cesare to sit in the other recliners. Romero appeared to be around 18 years old, which is the same age as Matteo. By social norms, they are hardly men, but n

Hunter, looking unsure, nevertheless followed suit, biting her shoulder softly. Her cry of sheer agony at the contact was a stab to my core, a sound I'd do anything to prevent. Yet, this was the path we had to walk, a cruel tradition that marked her introduction into this world. My role now was to minimize the pain, to ensure that these were the only marks she would bear tonight, and to remind her through it all that she was under my protection, now and always. Dominic, the vampire I've always loathed the most here, approached with a smug look in his eyes. "I want a taste," he declared, eyeing Jo with a predatory gaze.

“You seem far more interested in Caravaggio’s chiaroscuro than in a mind-numbing conversation about hedge fund portfolios.” The voice materialized directly behind her. Deep. Smooth. Italian accent threading through flawless English like a slow pour of whiskey. Damn it. She didn’t rush to turn. She counted to three. Took a measured sip of champagne. Then turned—controlled, unhurried—and found Dante Salvatore standing directly in front of her. At this proximity, he was far more dangerous. And what was most threatening wasn’t his power—it was the way he looked at her. He was seeing Elena. Not scanning her body the way every other man had. Seeing her.

Sandra had no mother and naturally Caius took Sandra as his responsibility, initially she was just one of the head organizer of the house having the ultimate authority of everyone else until one night, Caius went into heat, like werewolves, Vampires also had mates, but there was a difference, unlike werewolves not all Vampires were blessed with the mate, only 50% of the vampires had the chance to find their mates, and Caius surely wasn't in that percentage. Yet, going into heat was natural for every supernatural creature, in the past he randomly used to select prostitutes to salvage his need, but that one night, Sandra jumped forward and took him to her room, he tried to warn her and reasone

"When you ask me that, I usually don't know what to say." "What's your full name?" "Damon Salvatore," He said with a smile. "Italian, huh," I nodded at him with a smile. I knew. He had the features. The trim figure, olive skin, dark hair, characteristic razor sharp jawline, aquiline nose and lastly, the natural charm and charisma. "I can see why," No wonder he had this pull. He exuded so much confidence. He didn't even have to act it. It was a part of him.

With our trusty snacks in hand, we settled on watching "The Vampire Diaries." It was an easy choice, really. Who could resist a bit of supernatural drama? I had a soft spot for Ian Somerhalder's wickedly charming character, Damon Salvatore, while Shelly was all about Stefan, the more brooding brother. As the familiar opening scenes flickered across the screen, we were quickly sucked into the mesmerizing world of Mystic Falls. It was almost like being whisked away to another universe, where vampires and werewolves danced in a thrilling waltz of intrigue and danger.

He wants to take you back, take care of you, and transfer your parents' assets to you. - How did he know I was here? Did you discover me and tell him? - Just by chance. This road is the fastest way from his house to the Institute of Medical Sciences. If William hadn't come to ask for my help today, I'd still be letting my teammates search for you. But… Lucasta, can you tell me what happened? Samson is a vampire, right? You tested him, right? - No. He is a human. Because I tested him with garlic and a cross, he got very angry and chased me away. He said I listened to strangers and doubted my relatives. Then… I asked Calantha for help.

Some dropped their thumbs at us while the rest uttered profanity for being a team of losers. His name is Damon Salvador. Apart from that he is the son of the King of the vampires, Damon is the most arrogant, ruthless, and self-centered vampire I have ever known. Degrading, humiliating, and ruining someone's life is his best fortë since he could not kill someone's life as well. Our team hates him to the deepest part of our souls. Those vampires who are not well aware of his attitude being the worst will basically end up giving up their own lives. But the four of us are already accustomed to his treat and tricks. His team was also assigned to New York.

He removed his hand from her clothes and put it on her waist before flipping her over and then remaining on top of her while they continued with whatever they were doing… lips locked. They were both having a hot moment when a creak from the door alerted them that someone had walked in and on breaking the kiss, they saw Damien standing at the door, fury evident all over his face. They got up in fear. Not waiting for an explanation from Alex , Damien took out his sword. “Today is the day you die, Alex, ” he said angrily.