Damon Salvatore Vampire Novels & Stories

“But—But I love them! No matter what, they are my first mates and I will always love them. I can't help it. If you kill them, then you'll kill me too. I can't live without them. You know what I am for goodness sake! You can't do this to me. Get me out of here. Just let me go and I won't speak a word about all of this.” “And you think I'm terrified of your so-called mate?” He uttered in disgust. “I guess you don't know who I am. Yet.” He grabbed my chin, turning me to face him. “I am Damien Varian, The lord of vampires.” He said with a twisted smile, yet his eyes were so cold and emotionless.

Phoebe took advantage of those few short seconds and used the remaining strength of her life to using a dagger forged with special training to stab the Vampire's heart. It was a cowardly way, but it saved her, Phoebe reversed the situation as she sat on top of him, clutching the dagger that was stabbing into his left chest. The Vampire was in pain because he was attacked, he screamed, causing all the glass doors and glass objects in the factory to shatter, he was stunned in pain, he couldn't see Phoebe clearly but kept stabbing the wings with his claws. Her hand was slowly losing strength.

The driver’s door opened. A tall, powerful figure stepped out, framed by the headlights like a silhouette carved from shadow and authority. When he spoke, his deep, steady voice carried a mix of urgency and something she had never heard from him before—concern. “Mrs. Salvatore?” Elena’s breath caught in her throat. She blinked hard, barely believing her eyes. Standing before her was Sir Donald Salvatore—Damien’s uncle, the youngest brother of Damien’s late father, and the man who ruled the southern branch of the Salvatore empire with absolute dominance.

It fell in a loose, tousled mass of blonde about her face. "You're not," Damien groaned. "My wife is." "And she isn't here." The woman's fingers pulled down his underwear. His cock sprang out into his hands. "You're not a vampire," Damien answered as she stroked his cock. "But what are you?" "Salvation," she answered. "If you just give in and sin a little." The woman leaned over, her blonde hair spilling across his crotch, and swallowed his cock into her hungry lips. Damien groaned as she sucked. All thought of fighting her went out of his mind as the pleasure rushed up to the tip of his cock.

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.

Caldaur asked coming to stand right in front of him He put his hands up using the chains as a prop to lord over caldaur who looked up “Yes” he said looking down at him “ that’s amazing seeing you this distraught makes me very happy” caldaur said He laughed hard making caldaur back away “brother I am not distraught I am not anything anymore which should make you very, very afraid” he said looking caldaur up and down “ because I plan to teach you just what a vampire without emotion can do, I suggest you kill me now while you have the chance because as of the last feelings I had it was complete and total anger towards you and I plan to take out said anger just on principle” he said

"You are right. I saved you from Vienna's coven. I only meant to travel and it happened that I was near the vicinity. I was curious so I went to see it. To my surprise, I caught them trying to murder a helpless mortal." He knew Vienna. And the way he talked, he seemed to know about vampires for a very long time that their presence didn't surprise him anymore. More importantly, if he came and fought with those powerful vampires all by himself, does it mean he also was a vampire? "You are one of them," I concluded aloud. "I am," he admitted without any hesitation. "Where is Jaxon? Did you also help him?" "He must be dead by now." My eyes widened in horror. "What are you saying? You said you we

Melia burst out laughing. "You're sweet, really," she said, still laughing. "I can see why I didn't bite your collarbone." "You're, oh my God," he shouted out of nowhere, standing up and backing away. Melia stood up straight again and faced him. "What am I?" "You are... unbelievable!" he exclaimed, and it seemed that everything he had been feeling just a few minutes ago faded away to a feeling of awe. "Biting, 38-degree food, hell, aura," he said to himself, connecting the dots. "Yes, Orleans, I am a vampire."

He and my dad are of the same size. Also, I don't have many clothes for him to wear so he needs to go shopping. "Come on, let's go," I say making my way towards the door with him following me. He closes the door while I open the garage. I take out the 1969 Chevy Camaro Convertible. Damon Salvatore also has the same car. That is why I'm in love with this car. I drive it through towards the driveway where Christian is standing. "Holy Fuck, this is your car?" He asks. "This is an original classic."

King Kerman’s POV “Are you saying she’s a daughter of the woman I destroyed all those years ago?” She said nothing. But it was enough for an answer. I shook my head, not wanting to believe it. “She’s the daughter of the high solarian? The mediator?” “Yes.” I stared at her. “And she’s a vampire?” Silence. “Part vampire, yes.” Oh goodness. I fell on the chair behind me, running my hand through my hair. “That makes no sense.”