Novelas y relatos de Damon Tvd

I was still so weak from my earlier spell. "I will, soon enough. But I have something to tell you…" Tamera said gravely, so that I was forced to look at her and pay attention. "What is it? What do you have to tell me that can’t be said back at Elijah's pack land?" "it's related to what you just witnessed. What you just saw is happening in real time. Damien raised those dead people, and is making minions out of them. And you can guess where he's sending them to." Tamera said and I thought for a moment before gasping in shock.

“Here’s someone you can trust. I don’t know how dangerous it will be out there so that is why I need you to be safe here till I get back okay?” “Hello, Tiffanie. I’m Lord Tyrel,” Damon’s councilman said, coming closer. I heard Tiffanie’s sharp intake of breath. “Okay,” she said. “I’ll stay here. I really hope you know what you’re doing. I wish you success by the way.” I smiled and got up. “Thanks.” “Let’s go,” I said to Damon, who held my hand and started to lead me through the path. Could wolves see in the dark? I wasn’t sure.

It's nearly finished now. Through the bond, Donovan's protective anger flares hot. "Five minutes," I say, loud enough for the warriors to hear. Damon walks toward me. Each step is deliberate, careful, like he's learned not to trust his legs at full speed. Haven looks up from the crate she's been digging through and watches him come. "That's bio-daddy?" she asks. "Yes." "He looks sad and sick." She says it the way only a three-year-old can, completely factual, no cruelty in it and no softness either. Just the truth as she sees it.

David bowed down getting scared as he gulped his saliva and left the room. Damon sighed and got back to his work. He had black hairs and a perfect body with six abs and muscular chest. He was young with an extraordinaraly streamlined jawline. He was fair and his arms always showcase his nerves. he was charming and wherever he went, girls were always willing to spread legs for him.

Damon steadies me and takes one careful step, feeling the floor with his foot like he is trying to understand which part will hold and which part will fall. “We can find a way to beat his game” I say. “That’s exactly what I plan to do” he answers. A thin line of light suddenly cuts through the darkness, splitting the room between us and the two open paths. Damon turns his head, focusing on where the faint glow comes from. A screen flickers on again. But this time it shows only numbers. 00:03:12 Damon’s brother doesn’t move on the viewing feed beside it. His head hangs so still I feel a cold wave pass through my chest.

The rhythmic motion of Damien’s hand beneath the desk matched the steady moans coming from his computer speakers. He leaned back in his leather chair, eyes locked on the screen in front of him. Lux Monroe. She was on all fours, a man behind her, gripping her hair, thrusting deep and hard. “Fuck,” Damien moaned, stroking himself faster. Her body was perfection—curves that could drive a man insane, eyes that begged and defied all at once. He’d been watching her videos for years—hell, he knew the exact moment new ones dropped. And this one? It was the most recent.

“Voss.” “It’s me,” Damian said, his voice low, stripped of its usual control. “I need to talk.” There was a pause. Then, “You’re not in your lab. You missed your scheduled scan.” “I know.” Another pause. “You had contact.” Damian closed his eyes. “Yes.” “How bad is it?” “That’s the problem,” Damian said slowly. “It isn’t bad. I touched her. I… was with her. For hours. And there was no reaction. No pain. No inflammation. Nothing.”

“What’s with that thing that you can slap my hands for that—” “This is a dangerous one. So don’t touch it.” “Is this related to something that could kill my life?” He nodded. “Yeah.” His eyes widened as he looked upon his watch flickering in a red colored light. “I gotta go.” “W-Wait! I still have many questions—” “Save those for later. I’ll pick you up after school.” “Hey! Wait! I will skip sch—” And again he just disappeared in a speed of light without me seeing him. I don’t know what’s happening to Doom but it’s really concerning me. Plus the fact that I still have many questions about him.

VELARA'S POV Damon reappears only a few breaths later, a towel gripped tightly in his hand. His steps are quick, purposeful, and edged with tension as he strides across the room. Without sparing me a glance, he disappears into the bathroom, the door shutting behind him with a sharp thud, followed by the low murmur of a curse that drifts back through the wood. A moment later, the steady rush of water fills the silence. I sink deeper into the couch, releasing a long, exhausted sigh that feels pulled from the weight pressing on my chest.

Except now his territory overlapped mine because of one woman. Sarge burst in behind him, breathing hard. “VP, apologies, we couldn’t...” I raised a hand. Sarge froze. “It’s fine.” My voice stayed ice. “He’s an old friend.” Damon’s jaw tightened. Once. Barely visible. But I saw it. I smiled. Cold. Thin. “Aren’t you, Don Sterling?” The air crackled. Two predators in one cage. Damon stepped inside. The door rolled shut behind him with a final clang. Sarge disappeared again without being told.