Damon Salvatore Zodiac Sign の小説・ストーリー

Damon then reached across the table and took my hand in his and I had to say to him, “I didn’t know that you had relatives in the area.” A chuckle came from Damon before he says, “There’s a lot you don’t know about me.” “Then start spilling.” I said as I leaned forward, letting him know he had my full attention. “Well for starters, Aunt Connie is my mother’s sister and she helped raise me when my parents died. I was born into the Red Moon pack originally.” Damon tells me and I begin to now wonder how Alpha Chance didn’t recognize him. “Wait, if you were born to the Red Moon then how is it that Alpha Chance doesn’t know you?” I asked him, feeling confused.

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

What mattered was why he was bringing it up now. “What are you trying to say?” I asked. His voice remained calm. “I’m saying you should be wary of her.” I let out a slow breath, my fingers tightening around the phone. “You know how the Moonbane pulls,” Salvatore continued. “Once it marks someone, it does not stop until the job is done.” I stayed silent. “She might come for you first,” he said. “Maybe even before Damien.” I sat up straighter. “She won’t.” “You think so?”

I have always heard that Alpha Damon is more like a monster who hasn't smiled for three years after the loss of his Luna. He is the same person standing right in front of me, smiling like he just caught a huge prey. He is nothing like people describe him to be. "I will agree to your condition but I will let you go only if you find your mate. If you don't find him on the full moon of your birthday, I won't let you go" he uttered and stepped back, putting his hands behind his back. "Until then, you are mine, Olivia. Your body, your soul, everything belongs to me. You were bought by me after all" he deadpanned.

Richard and Carlos chuckled; we are the only ones here. “What’s funny?” I asked. “You’re funny, Valeria; are you forgetting your mate is one?” Carlos asked. I rolled my eyes at him. “This Dmitri is a full-born Lycan, isn’t he?” I asked. “He is,” he replied. I nod my head. “Moon goddess created him a Lycan, but Damien is born a wolf, but has the power of a Lycan. There are different things,” I said. He nods his head.

It was as if he was staring at me. No no no.... It can't be.... I switched off the TV and ran to the room and brought out my laptop..... I typed 'DAMIAN SALVATORE' into the search bar Numerous articles relating to him displayed I read some and proceeded to check his pictures... He looks more cute in pictures... An article caught my eyes... NYC's sweetheart and youngest billionaire DAMIAN SALVATORE at 28 still yet to marry What? Are they for real?! Is he gay?

“Do not play games with me. You will give me answers. Or your empire burns—from north to south. Forty-eight hours. You get her name cleared, or I destroy everything you have ever built.” A small laugh escaped him. “Forty-eight hours?” “Yes. Forty-eight hours,” I repeated. My men shifted, silent and ready. The room felt alive, like a beast waiting to pounce. Salvatore’s smirk widened. Then he said something that froze the blood in my veins. “Do you remember the Domingos?” I blinked. The name was like a bomb detonating in my mind. “What do you mean?” I asked cautiously. “They returned,” Salvatore said smoothly. “Empowered, funded, and seeking revenge. I aligned with them.”

“I swear, Damien, that day will be the end of your life. I’ll make sure it’s the worst death you’ve ever known.” His voice dropped to a venomous whisper, each word a dagger. “Don’t even think about running,” he continued, eyes boring into mine like they could reach into my soul and rip it out. “You, of all people, should know I, Salvatore, show no mercy. Even if you hide in the deepest hole, I will fish you out. I will end your entire line.” The threat was both primal and precise—a promise that echoed through my bones. “Don’t try to play me, don’t mess with me, Damien. I repeat—don’t dare me.”

“Proceed.” Damien stepped forward before the Elders could summon him. He didn’t wait for permission. His voice was like frost slicing through the chamber—controlled, lethal, unwavering. “I am Alpha Damien Verlice of the Infernal Shadows Pack. Alpha and mate to Luna Victoria Solace of the Palemane Claws Pack. There was a time when her Beta was forced to call her to lure her back into Elijah's Pack. When I went to rescue her, he lied, saying she wasn't there.”