Damon Salvatore Vampire Novels & Stories

"I still believe you haven't murdered your wife, but I can't even ignore Damon's confession. I'll talk to you about it. " She turns her eyes back to Liam. On the other hand, Liam also looks at Samantha while giving her an evil smile. "You Liam Salvatore, I won't leave you. After all, you've misbehaved with me. " "I’m leaving you tonight, but tomorrow I’ll teach you a lesson." Next morning. Damon comes out of the room after being freshened up. His feet automatically stop as his eyes find Liam in front of him. Damon also never gets confused between Liam and Aaron. The main difference between them is their eye colour, and second, there is a dragon tattoo on Liam's arm.

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.

“Vova, we need to secure the perimeter. This was a diversion. He’s buying time.” I ignored him. I reached for Irina’s hand, clasping her cold, unresponsive fingers. “Damon Salvatore took my wife and my sons,” I vowed, staring into my mother's vacant, peaceful face. “And he killed the last piece of my humanity. He wanted a blood sacrifice to cover his tracks. He will get an apocalypse in return.” I stood up, the pain in my chest no longer sorrow, but a granite-hard focus. The grief was now weaponized.

No, it couldn’t be… The door opened, and through the downpour, a tall figure stepped out, dark coat whipping in the wind. Even before I saw his face, I knew. My breath hitched.. I turned away, desperately trying to run but my weak legs gave me out. “Running away again?” My body froze. That voice. Low, smooth and unbothered, crawled down my spine. Damien Salvatore. It was him again. Did I owe this man in my past life? He walked closer, every step precise and deliberate. The rain rolled off his coat like it feared touching him. “Did you really think I wouldn’t find you?” His tone was calm, almost gentle but his eyes told a different story. Cold, controlled, yet dangerous.

We snap back. I turned to climb the stairs, hips swaying like payback, and that’s when I saw him. Damian Salvatore. He looked like he just stepped out of a Forbes magazine—perfectly tailored black shirt, arrogant posture, all brooding and sexy. Ugh. I hate that he’s fine. “Where have you been?” he asked, fake casual. I didn’t even blink. “I don’t owe you an explanation, Mr. Salvatore,” I said, dragging out his name like poison.

Damon's growl ripped through the room, and before I could react, he had his hand wrapped around the rogue's throat, slamming him against the bars. "You tell Vaughn that if he sets foot near my pack, I'll personally rip his heart from his chest," Damon snarled, his voice a dangerous whisper. "Rachel was never his, and she never will be." The rogue gasped for air but still managed a smirk. "We'll see, Alpha." Damon released him with a forceful shove, sending him crashing back against the other prisoners. He turned to Caleb. "I want them interrogated. If they know anything useful, find out. If they don't..." His eyes flashed with lethal intent. "Make an example out of them."

Others hadn’t. Salvatore raised his hand and pointed. “Damon, step forward.” Gasps filled the room. Damon was a tall young man with wide shoulders and clear eyes. He looked shocked. “M-me?” Damon asked. “Yes,” Salvatore said. “You’ve worked hard. You’ve been loyal. And you’ve shown me that you care about this pack.” Damon slowly walked forward. He looked nervous. “I don’t know if I deserve this,” Damon said softly. “You do,” Salvatore replied. “And if anyone wants to challenge it, speak now.”

The man took the card keys, and said, “Come on.” I was hesitant to go with him, but then I asked something to know him. “What’s your name?” “My name is Salvatore.” We walked outside full of worry that some other people in the Villa could see us, but no one. We went upstairs, and then we saw all the men in uniform. It was a military group who was trained at killing Vampires. Salvatore put my head on his chest, and he put his palm on my mouth so that I couldn’t make a noise or sound.

The devil pulls a sword from a useless coat of armor as he walks over to his enemy. "I don't care if you mind," Devil smiles at him as he uses his magic to keep the man in place. "I just need a little something from you. That thing in your chest you don't need anymore." He stabs the clan leader in the chest, just below the rib cage. "After all, what does a heartless beast need a heart for?" "Jonathan?" blood flows from the vampires mouth as he looks at his attacker in confusion. "Wh?" "I don't care how or why but you made something that I need eradicated," Jonthan leaves the blade to keep the other pinned and rams his fist into the vampire's chest, right where his heart it. "No hard feelings

Nick and I nodded, “Do you accept your position as queen of the vampires and relinquish your life to the vampires as a hybrid?” “Yes.” “NO!” Mara yelled, but we continued, “Do you accept her as your queen, lover and mate?” Mandy asked Nick, he nodded, “Yes.” She took a knife and cut my hand first and then Nick’s, “This is the blood oath, this will bind your souls together for eternity.” She then muttered words in another language that sounded romanian or greek. She then placed our hands together and Nick bit my neck; I winced at the sudden pain but it soon disappeared