Donovan Vampire Diaries Novels & Stories

Isabella stirred slightly, murmuring his name in her sleep, her hand tightening on his chest like even unconscious she was holding onto him. Dante closed his eyes, breathing in her vanilla scent, feeling her warmth against him. For the first time in his violent life, he felt complete. Whole. Like all the broken pieces his father had created had finally been put back together by this one perfect woman. Tomorrow, they will face the Bratva threat. Tomorrow, the dangers of his world would come crashing back. Tomorrow, he would have to be the Don again—ruthless, calculating, controlled. But tonight, at this moment, he was just a man in love with his wife.

He demanded not even looking at me, but I could see the thick smoke in the air starting to clear "My father, Christian Guerra, is unwell. I will be taking over as the Don of the Cosa Nostra. I am here to offer you a proposal..." I answered, I dont know why I was starting to feel nervous. "You have nothing I want" He interjected, this time he looked at me. Fuck. I've seen those eyes before. He has the same look in his eyes as Vittoria. Either it'll be a match made in heaven... or hell

Donovan smirks, leaning against the railing as he says, “Me! You know, you really should’ve killed me when you had the chance to, Xavier. I can promise you one thing, you will not make it out alive tonight.” Donovan’s voice dropped on the last sentence and for the first time in my life, my father looks scared. Donovan shifts into his wolf and jumps from the second floor down to Xavier. I’m caught off guard by how similar Donovan’s wolf looks to mine. It’s a giant black wolf and the main difference is that his has silver streaks throughout it. As Donovan is mid-air, I hear the cracking of bones as Xavier shifts into his wolf as well. I follow suit, my wolf, Hunter, is itching to get out.

I'm beginning to think you are mute Mr British Liam Scott. I walk towards Liam and when I get to him, I stretch my hand down to him for a handshake " Hi, I'm callum Dove, the president of the student body council of the school and I'm at your service. " I say and beam. He grabs my hands for the handshake and instantly I flush, his hand is warm and I just felt the sparks. I have always wanted the kind of sparks mum had when she met Lori, that's why I haven't bothered with dating.

"How are you feeling?" He's nothing like Damon, and that terrifies me. Donovan steps fully into the room and the morning light from the window catches him properly. I can see him now. Really see him. Tall. Easily six-three. Broad shoulders that fill the doorway but he moves carefully. Deliberately. Like he's aware of his size and trying not to overwhelm the space. Dark hair. Black maybe. Or very dark brown. Cut short but not military. Just practical. His jaw is strong. Sharp lines. Stubble that says he hasn't shaved in a day or two.

Hope flashed across Nico's face. "Luca," he whispered, reaching out. "My boy." Luca moved back before Nico could touch him. He was five, dressed in a black suit my mother's tailor had made, but he looked steadier than most men in the room. "Do not call me that," he said. "My father died the night he denied me in front of strangers and watched them beat my mother. You are Don Varrone. Nothing more." Nico made a broken sound.

But my feet stayed frozen. "I know there's nothing to say that would justify my actions back then. But I need you to listen to me." She stepped closer and pulled a letter from her coat with blood-stained. I recognized the handwriting immediately. Vincent Claire's. Our father. "The laboratory never closed, Davina." she said. "Vincent is still running it. And the Vampire King has been hunting our family for two hundred years. Now he knows where you are. You heard the demon. He'll come after you."

I glared at him, "I know that. I thought your business was only at work. Do you go home together now?" "Listen man, I hate to admit it but I wanted to take her home. What's the big deal? You think I'll hurt her? Or are you so insecure that you think I might take her away from you?" The idiot suddenly cuts in. I punched him hard making him fly off. "How dare you?!" "Damon!" Donnie yelled in horror, I ignored her and went after him again. I pulled him by the collar, then something made me stop. This guy, is he... Is he a werewolf too?

Dominic and his new slave, Renela, would also be in attendance. Victoria Cavanah, an esteemed vampire aged 200, led the class. She was known for her strict yet fair teaching methods. She affectionately called her ward Bunny, whom she frequently brought to class as an example of a well-maintained relationship. As Victoria began explaining the intricacies of feeding and the critical importance of aftercare, I caught Jo making brief eye contact with me. Each glance was a silent conversation, acknowledging how far beyond the boundaries we had already ventured in our connection.

Tony asks. "Of course, I forgive you. I knew you'd never kill me. That shot was not the best that you could do. Besides, let bygones be bygones. Let's go and drink whiskey. I need one after all the things that happened today. I want to check on Donna Romani," Dante says. Tony watches Dante walk away. I love to see Donald Romani. He has always had a crush on her. He knows she is much older than he is, but she is the most beautiful woman he has ever seen. He also knows that he can never reveal how he feels about her, because they need life would be worth nothing. Don Romani is known for being very jealous of his wife. As he and Enzo are standing in Dante's office, a younger version of Donna Ro