Damon Salvatore Zodiac Sign Novels & Stories

His touch was so tender, it made me drift off to sleep. I felt giddier than ever the next day. Good thing Papa didn't ask why I was home so late. At least Dom was the one who brought me back, so Papa needed not to worry. While walking towards Dom's cabin, a thought suddenly popped into my brain. You know those times when you suddenly remember an idea, but then you forgot it the next second because you can't figure out what it was? I then remembered it. Business prodigy. Travis Salvatore. Aries. CEO. New York. Divorce. Chairman.

"And you think that I can be easily defeated by the two of you fucking idiots?" Ammon stood up on his feet and strangled the two werewolves by the neck and threw them away. He then picked up his celestial sword and shield. "I am Ammon and I am the taurus zodiac sign. I am the toughest zodiac warrior among all of us," Ammon's muscles grew and the v-shaped pattern of his celestial sword lit up. He jumped and beheaded the two werewolves. "Just so you know, the Celestial Spirit King granted me incredible strenght that I can force my sword's blade to sharpen." Ammon returned to his house to continue his sleep. The next day, before the sun had risen, he woke up to prepare ginger bread and tea for

he told me as a matter of factly "anyway, see you guys on Friday, but now I must go" "Well, at least have a drink" I offered "No thank you Anastasia, I have more people to invite" "I'll see you out" Damon offered walking behind him, I stayed in the lounge "My spidey senses tell me she's a keeper, hold on to her" I heard Dylan telling Damon. Damon came back into the lounge, "Hey, what immortal being is Dylan?" I asked wanting to know what he meant by spidey sense "Dylans a lycan" Damon told me, I furrowed my eye brows

Lola’s POV Damien Salvatore. If I guessed right, he was the heir of DeLuca. That name wasn’t just a name, but instead, a warning, a curse, a death sentence whispered in every dark corner of Italy. Men twice his age lowered their eyes at the mention of him. Women called him the Devil in Armani. Cold-blooded, ruthless and untouchable. He wasn't just a business man neither was he just a mafia. A man who ruled boardrooms by day and painted the streets red by night.

Zander always behaved harshly toward me, never pausing to consider his actions or decisions. But Zander became even more furious after Damon's next words, "You can't just yell and prove anything true; you need to accept that Selena is my mate." With a swift punch, Zander sent Damon stumbling backward, nearly causing him to fall. I rushed to Damon's side, catching him before he hit the ground. As our eyes met, I could see fury reflected in his gaze. His golden trident gleamed ominously, and I couldn't help but feel a shiver of terror, remembering what he had done to Demon Kong.

Rain darkened his collar, his hair, the shoulder where Luca had shot him. But his voice remained calm. “I gave you structure when your father left you ruin.” Damon’s stomach turned. “There it is,” he said quietly. Matteo tilted his head. “There what is?” “The part where you confuse control with devotion.” The silence that followed felt electric. Even Viktor looked sideways at Matteo for half a second. Because Damon had said it aloud now. Named the thing Matteo spent years disguising under mentorship, loyalty, and polished concern. Possession.

He turned toward the window, nodding for me to look outside. I stepped closer. And stopped. My breath caught. Outside the glass wall, the city glittered like crushed diamonds. But that wasn’t what pulled me still. It was the rooftop garden of the building across from us. Dozens of small lanterns flickered to life on the terrace—tiny, golden lights forming a shape. A shape I recognized instantly. “Damian…” I whispered. “Is that?” “A birthday constellation,” he said softly. “Your zodiac sign.” The shape of it, the symbol, glowed against the dark rooftop, flickering gently in the night.

he impatiently asked. He showed zero mercy when he used to torture us. Let him know the taste of his own medicine and suffer. I chuckled at my restless demon and asked him back, “You want to dig in, in which part of him ?” And finally, the deed shall happen on a Red Moon Night . . . . “His soft neck. I want to drain off his throat pipes off blood and air,” Damon replied and after that no power in the world could stop Zompano’s screeching cries.

Damon As they were speaking Jasmine butted in and said “But Draco…. he… he is marked by Siren… he cannot cross this village with that mark..” “What?” Draco turned and question Jasmine who smiled sheepishly “Ohh… my apologies… I forgot to mention, when that bitc……” Jasmine was saying but paused and glance at Damon and coughed twice before she continued “Ahahem… Savannah… when Savannah marked you she also marked you with border… a siren is marked with their boarder… which mean that if you crossed her border you will suffer immense pain and die under its effect…” “WHAT ?” Draco questioned Jasmine with raised voice and growled lightly and further questioned “Why didn’t you told me that earlier…?

Zed, who is lying on the couch, stood up with surprise when he also felt the suffocating murderous intent of the other party. It is Damian! I can still remember how he wanted to kill me that night. He is a possessive and dangerous guy. Unfortunately, Khrystyanna married him. Compared to me, a human, I will meet my demise when I decide to utter a sound from where I stand. But if it's Zed, he can still struggle and retaliate because after all, they are both vampires. It's just that Damian's blood is so strong, and his strength is unfathomable.