Damon Salvatore Zodiac Sign Novels & Stories

"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.

he tells her. “What kind of rules?” she asks “I will always avail myself when needed, but you cannot call me. I’m the only one who’s allowed to call you.” “You said you are not married,” Raven says to him. Damon was suspicious; he said he was not married, yet he was telling her not to call her. “There’s just a lot of danger around me, and my priority would keeping you safe. Might not make sense now, but let's agree on that,” Damon tells her.

It was war smelling the mate bond. I thought the bond was dead. “You smell like power now,” he growled. “Like storms and the moonlight. What really happened to you?” I stood tall, refusing to hide my body. “I survived. I was what you tried to kill.” Damon’s jaw dropped. For the first time, I felt pain appear right in his eyebrows. “I was wrong, Annie. Cassandra lied to me. I only allowed pride and fear to make me throw away the best thing in my life… my coming Luna.”

said Damon sadly . " It isn't damon we need to take it seriosuly we have just a little time left " answered back Cynthia . " hmmm." sighed Damon staring at the moon . " And I am 15 now ." said Cynthia softly . " The blood moon is in 20 days ." added Damon . " I don't know whats gonna happen ." said Cynthia . " Of course nothing to worry about I am gonna die ...you are more powerful you already know it " said Damon . " Damon i don't know a thing ...I just gotta know what i am just a day ago and what my motive is ." snapped Cynthia .

His solid violet eyes catch me staring and I startle back while the dark-haired woman by his side shares laughter with Zorien and the Queen. “We finally meet the she-wolf that’s been driving my stupid brother crazy”. I hold a miffed face against Zorien when he steps in to start his annoying tale about how he met me and an adulterated version of the battle we fought. Turns out Damien is Damon’s older brother, and they’re Queen Zorah’s nephews. Zorien drags me away to join the dance and Damien does the same with his human mate. The merriment is contagious, and it only takes me a few seconds before I’m infected like the rest of the people dancing away beneath the colorfully flaming night sky.

He had a proud Roman nose, a mess of curly hair that hung just above his eyes, high cheekbones, and soft lips that women in the bar would probably die to kiss. Seriously, this is the man I get worried about? “Montreal.” Salvatore smiles. The heavy and thick Italian accent rolls his tongue. He quickly stands up from the couch he sat on and moves forward with one arm extended, ready for a handshake. “I’m glad we wouldn't be stood up tonight. I prepared a feast.” Damon joked, clapping his palm on his shoulder. I stay back a little, letting the two indulge in their reunion even though I know they’ve just seen each other at the engagement.

Damien Perspective "That was fun, wasn't it?" Zyros, my wolf, growled with satisfaction. "Not now, Zyros. I’m not in the mood." I stormed into my office, slamming the door shut behind me. I needed a drink. Badly. "Didn’t you see what kind of mate we got?" I muttered, striding toward the bar. "But she’s ours, Damien," Zyros insisted. "That’s all that matters. I’m happy that she’s finally with us." I rolled my eyes, pouring myself a glass of whiskey. The strong scent of alcohol barely dulled the overwhelming scent that still lingered on my skin. Her scent. "I wanted to mark her right now. I can’t wait," Zyros growled impatiently. "You’ll have to wait," I said firmly, swirling the amber liquid

One thing he hated was to be disturbed during his 'wide sections'. " It's Joseph, I have something very important to say." Damien hissed. " Come in," Damien said without care for the two naked wolves underneath him; neither did Joseph Care. Their dirty bodies were not worth being covered. " What is it ?" Damien asked again. " It's Hazel, she is with Daemon." Damien blood instantly boiled, she was supposed to be with his uncle, so what the hell was she doing with Daemon? Without waiting for another second, he jolted off from the bed and left the room with so much anger dwelling within him thereby leaving the two ladies naked and worthless.

Salvatore’s voice called sharply: “Damien. To my study. Now.” Damien stiffened. Something in the old man’s voice… made fear coil inside him. He entered the study. And stopped cold. Across the desk were files, photos, documents — and at the very center, a birth certificate. His eyes landed on the name written beside “Mother.” Elena Salvatore. Damien’s heart stopped. “What… what is this?” he asked, his voice barely audible. Old Mr. Salvatore looked at him without mercy.

It's my fault why they weren't able to attend this event. Archmaster just sighed and shook his head. “Let’s not waste our time to people who aren’t here. Let’s have Ms. Deborah Castro. She’s the chosen Taurus, the bull of the Zodiacs.” He didn't waited for much time and moved over to the next zodiac. Aw, I was the one who should be blamed here.