Damon Salvatore Vampire Novels & Stories

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

Damon's pov Sunday 4th July 2021 ***************************** I don't enjoy going to see Orion but it's a necessary evil. If I stop going Marcus will kick me out of the club and then I'll have nothing that I enjoy. I enjoy hurting people. That's really the only thing that makes me happy. I'm diagnosed with a severe form of Antisocial Personality Disorder. Which means I'm a psychopath. I lack empathy and remorse which means I have no issue in manipulating people for my own gain. All Orion's words of course, I don't see how that's a bad thing, I think more people in the world should be selfish to get on top.

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

Who would be calling on us this late at night; and unannounced? I dabbed at my lips and waited with the others. Monica returned with two sharp-dressed men. The smaller of the two eyed me with interest. He wore a milk white wool overcoat and an expensive white suit. He was sharp with his slicked black hair and goatee. He also happened to be a powerful Vampire. The taller one was obviously the muscle. He watched us all coolly. "Kim, Se?or Marcelle De La Torre, and his Assistant Paolo," Monica said.

It was like everyone had disappeared. He was 6'0. His skin was pale and pinkish. His lips looked bloodied and his shoulder-length hair was as dark as midnight matching his eyes. He had a silver necklace, which was odd because he was a vampire. His fangs were out. He wore a see-through red satin-like dress shirt with black leather pants. Velda couldn't take her eyes off him even as he walked away. She knew that she had found her mate. Salvatore became an anchor to the Crazy, Angry wolf/human he would later nickname Vixen.

He was the almighty vampire, the mercyless and fearless God of war who has killed countless alphas during wars. Damon Salvatore. Only his name can make an alpha pee on his pants. "Calm down Damon, even my son Dorian is Missing with some other girl called Summer, we will find them, just relax." Mr Derek said softly, trying to cool down his angry friend. "You better be fast Derek or else, heads will roll." Mr Damon muttered, anger visibly seen on his face. If anything happens to his son, they will have their selves to blame. "I got a lead sir."

Damon was not present anywhere close. -"He's probably with that beloved sorceress of his."- thought Salvadore, smiling mockingly and moved further, knowing exactly who he was looking for. He scoured the garden, then looked through the windows of the house for his victim. Maybe Salvadore shouldn't be dealing with his private affairs from the past now, but killing this sorceress will only help them later, because it will be one less protector of the "chosen" one.

alright bye" he said as i shut the door behind him. Damon pov my eyes just couldn't believe who i saw today, what could she be doing here? i asked myself, my heart keeps beating so fast, my urge for the taste of blood increased,i thought i had Long forgotten about her after the last time we met but now i know that the thoughts of her has not left me. my face was already red in anger, it was as if i was pale one could see my veins popping out all over my body, my teeth was already eager to bit something at that point anyone i get hold of ,i won't stop until i kill the person,i hated that part of me but there was nothing i could do. i bit myself trying to stop myself from killing anyone but it

"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.

Both of them went still. The transition in Dante happened in the space of a millisecond—from the man who had just touched her hair with tenderness, back into Don Salvatore. Cold. Without aperture. Complete. Victor Salvatore stood in the kitchen doorway. Already dressed in formal, immaculate clothing despite the hour. Hair combed without a displaced strand. His expression flat as frozen water—all the mystery preserved in the depths, none of it visible from the surface. His eyes swept the scene—Dante and Elena, still on the floor—with the speed of a predator calculating weakness.