Damon Salvatore Vampire Diaries の小説・ストーリー

"Do you know them?" Dante asked Dae in an emotionless tone reading papers of business. "No, I don't. " Dae answered. "The big man came to get the little one and they wanted to give me some...companion." "Fine. Do you like it, the companion?" "..." Without having an answer, Dante didn't ask more and continued to mind his own business. The little Dae looked out the window counting the raindrops. It seemed that he was enjoying more the silence.

You find out the people who really care about you and will never leave your side no matter what. That is Damon to me. Nancy. My mom. And Davien. The rest of the world no longer matters to me. Damon kisses me slowly and then fast, dipping his tongue in, nibbling, and tugging my bottom lip. “I love you too,” he whispers, only for my ears to hear between kisses. “I like her,” Salvatore chimes again, laughing while shaking his head. “You chose her very well, mio amico.” He pops off the wine and lifts it. “This should be a reason for yet another celebration, shouldn't it?”

And now, here he was, striding toward me with that ever-infuriating smirk, as if he owned the damn place. Damien Salvatore. The quarterback of Bar Harbor High. My rival. And more importantly, the future Alpha of WoodlandHunters, the pack that bordered ours. “Caleb,” he drawls, his voice thick with amusement, hands tucked casually into the pockets of his coat. “I was just in the neighborhood, so I thought I’d drop by. See how you’re preparing for our annual match.”

“Yes. They did. And it was then that the mediator wiped her memory and blocked her energy so she wouldn’t remember anything about who she really was.” My chest tightened. “And by that… What exactly do you mean?” Silence. “The woman on that bed… is exactly what you’re suspecting right now. She’s the daughter of the mediator. She’s the daughter of the family that was wiped out years ago. She is basically our new mediator. The one we’ve been praying to the moon goddess for. The one that has made us steadfast in our lunar celebration. The one that will intercede for the last interruption that occurred. And she’s a vampire. Half vampire and half solarian but of course her father’s genes being the

she’s frank, stating in a matter-of-a-fact tone, “whether you care to admit it or not.” She’s gonna make one hell of a doctor. With a long road ahead of her, she quickly finishes her cappuccino and banana bread while we have the same debate that we always have over who’s the sexiest vampire in The Vampire Diaries series: Damon or Stefan. It’s Damon. I will say it a million times. After warm farewell hugs, I watch Ava from my small balcony as she walks to her car and drives off, leaving me alone with Bubbles, my thoughts, and…my work laptop.

Edward mumbled back at her. "His name is Jasper and he is among the Elders of the Volturi. If I had known earlier, I would have revealed his plans to the Lord of the Vampires. I am so sorry, my Alpha." The woman said and burst into tears but Edward grabbed her shoulders. He couldn't watch her cry like this in his face, not when she was the one that saved him. "That's enough. You don't have to be sorry about anything." Edward said, assuring her.

I went over to the desk in my room and started writing, ‘Hey Mom, it’s been a while. I found out a lot over this last week; first, Nick is trying really hard to get me to like him, it’s sweet. Second, he took me to the house of the witches and I discovered that Nicholas is my mate.’ I wipe some of my tears away, ‘A vampire is my mate. How could the Moon Goddess pair me with a vampire? I don’t know what to do, Mom. What about children? Would they be hybrids? I feel like I should tell him but I don’t know if I want to be with him; maybe I should reject him, at least then I’d be free to find someone that I could truly love. I wish you were here to help me, Mom, I need your advice; I don’t have

a grim reaper reported. "What did you say? Did you say, Zanea?" his eyes widened in fear as he looked at the grim reaper. The man bent down his knees and frowned, "Yes, archangel. His name was written in the list," he responded and his heart sank to realized that Zanea was the one who killed the Vampire.

He smiles, “I don’t want to scare you off, Alice. I just wanted to convince you that I was there, I was the one that saved you and not the other way around. I would never hurt—“ I cut him off, “—it’s okay. I understand and I’m not scared. I just want to know more,” “Of course. You can ask me anything and I’ll be truthful,” “How old are you, Damon?” Damon is no way more than his early 30s. The way he carries himself, the way he dresses and the way he speaks, it wouldn’t cause any suspicion. However, there is just something in his gaze. As if he has been through years or even centuries as the world folds into a different era. He moves slower, he takes his time in the words he speaks. I am conf

He pushed me at an arm's length away from him but still didn't let go of my shoulders and said staring straight into my eyes. "I will never hurt anyone you love. Your sister was never abducted. Pure-blooded vampires have special abilities. I have telepathy and Damon has hypnotism, the ability to tamper with someone’s memories and brain.” My head felt like it was going to explode. What kind of plot twist was this now?