Did Damon Actually Burn Elena Novels & Stories

The scent of the blood made me feel a tinge of fear as it seemed familiar to me. "Alpha Damien," a knock came at my door and I let whoever it was in. "What do you want?" I growled at the guard standing before me, making him tremble in fear. "Alpha Damien, the maid...she is gone," he said and I squinted my eyes trying to get what he was saying. Just then, a flash of my memory came to my head and I remembered what I had done to Elena. Guilt washed over me as the flashes of my brutality crossed through my eyes. Infuriated, I barked at the guard in front of me.

Damon made to raise his hands and signal them to step back but before he could take action, Dante fired 4 simultaneous shots dropping all of his men to the floor in their pull of blood. Damon's eyes widen but he pushes away the fear immediately raising his head high and trying to stay sophisticated. Damon reached out to his gun. He pulled the trigger but Dante fired a shot at his hand and his gun crashed into the floor. "What do you want from me?" Damon's voice quivered but he was trying so hard to sound domineering. "I want to kill you, so you don't ever have to come against the woman I love again. Elena is not your problem and you know it you had no reason to come for her."

“The same one the creature had burned into its chest.” Damon finally smiled, slow and dangerous. “Well,” he said, “looks like you brought back more than trouble, Elara.”

“Elena, are you safe with this man—?” Damian didn’t answer. Couldn’t. Elena grabbed his face gently, forcing him to look at her. “Say something,” she whispered. “Say anything.” But Damian’s voice was gone. His world was collapsing. And Marcus had just set it on fire.

That I had the Moon Goddess' power, so I should just wait to die in the flames? "No!" Damon shook his head in anguish. "I never wanted to abandon you!" "But you did." My voice was terrifyingly calm. "At a life or death moment, you chose her without hesitation. That was your choice, and it's why I dissolved the mate bond." "Elena, I miss you," he said suddenly, his eyes brimming with tears. "Every day. I miss you so much that I'm going mad." I looked at him, my heart completely unmoved. Once, I had longed so desperately to hear those words. But now, it was all too late.

he rasped. The sound of her name nearly disappeared beneath another violent surge. Black veins spread farther across his throat, reaching toward his jaw and temple. Damien moved fully in front of her this time. “We’re done. Seal the chamber.” “No,” Elena said immediately. “Look at him!” “I am looking at him!” The force behind her answer startled even her. Damien stared at her for a second, stunned into silence. Elena softened instantly, stepping closer to him instead of away. “If we stop now, it finishes taking him,” she said quietly.

His mouth opened, then closed as realization dawned: such revelations would destroy his last connection to Elara. After Lucian and Elara departed, only Damon and his beta, Silas, remained in the temporary den. The silence stretched uncomfortably before Silas spoke. "Alpha Damon, you can't keep making this mistake," he said quietly, his loyalty evident even in his criticism. "You tried to use Ethan to bind Elara, but that's not love." Damon glared at his beta, but Silas continued undeterred. "Elara Rivers has endured silver contamination, imprisonment, public disgrace—yet she's emerged without bitterness. Her only light has been her child."

One day, I had just finished a board meeting when someone burst into the conference room. It was Damien. I waved my hand, dismissing the other pack leaders. When Damien saw me, his eyes instantly turned blood-red, his Alpha possessiveness flaring. He rushed toward me and grabbed my wrist. "Elena, why did you fake your death? Do you have any idea what you've done to my wolf? He's been clawing his way out of my chest. And I knew it. You love life too much to simply die." Then his expression grew serious, and his sharp Alpha senses scanned the room.

The beast screamed and pulled back, giving Damien a chance to run across. But the blast left Enoch weak and smoke rising from his skin. “Elena…” he rasped, collapsing. She caught him, holding his head in her lap. “Stay with me. Please, stay.” His eyelids fluttered open. “If I burn again… I won't come back.” “No,” she whispered, voice trembling. “You’re not leaving me too.” They pushed deeper, following the echo of Monroe’s steps. The air grew colder and the whispers grew louder.

Slowly turned around. Damon was still leaning against the counter. Watching her. “You can keep pretending,” he said quietly. “But sooner or later…” His eyes held hers. “You’re going to lose that control you love so much.” Elena stared at him for a long second. Then she walked away without answering. But the truth was… Her heart was beating far too fast. And for the first time since Damon DeLuca had returned to her life— She wasn’t entirely sure she wanted it to slow down.