Donovan Vampire Diaries Novels & Stories

'' (kitten) I was still recovering from his revelations and here he is, threatening my life as if I was a little mouse inside the lion's den who'll try to escape. ‘’What did you just call me?!’’ I realize that he just threw another insult but the door in his room already slammed shut. ‘’Ugh!’’ I rubbed my face roughly with my hands, wondering what hell fate is planning for me now. I still believe that someone is watching over me, Mom would be so disappointed in me for having my life tangled with these mafia families. First the Russians and now the Italians. This was nothing new to me, I was just shocked to know that he was the Don. I thought the Don of the Italian mafia was Santino. This doe

He smirked and Bella’s heart skipped, the worst were about to happen…dmn, he was just so strong and she knew it in her bones that she couldn’t fight him. When he placed his hands on her button and made to unbutton her shirt, a perfect muscular arm were stretched forth towards him and tapped him lightly on his shoulders stopping him for a while. He turned to look at who it was and then a hard fist was connected to his face twice and that made him fall and slip into an unconscious state. It was none other than king Donovan, he stood there glaring at the unconscious guy, wishing inwardly that he could kill him but of course he preferred his image to anything else.

I accidentally brushed against the towering captain, Kai Donovan, I heard his name from the chanting audience by the way. This time, he didn't say anything, he just stood before me, my heart pounding heavily, our eyes locked on each other. Beneath the surface, I felt this electricity crackling in my nerves, it captured my soul, his eyes, glowing before me, I don't know, I wanted to hold him. However, he stopped my illusion when he leaned in with a few words of admonition. “Fuck you!” He's just so bitchy, feels like he owns the world or everyone should bow to him.

Fabrizio said. With both guns in hand, he rolled behind a couch and dropped two enemies with clean shots. I braced myself at the staircase landing and raised my sidearm. Drawing on the tactical instincts from my years leading the family, I locked onto a sniper at a second-floor window and pulled the trigger. The bullet tore through the air, and the sniper fell instantly. "The Donna's back!" The soldiers downstairs roared in excitement when they saw me fire, their morale surging. The Valerys' Don, Roberto Valery, spotted me, his eyes turning bloodshot. "Liliana Medici! I'll kill you to avenge my daughter's death!"

“I’m sorry for what happened. I’m sorry for putting your life in danger. I never meant for any of this to touch you.” My stomach twisted. “Oh my god, you do know her.” He nodded once, it was slow and miserable. “Who is she?” “Her name is Donna Sofia.” He spoke the name like it tasted bitter. “She’s married to one of the old bosses, Don Moretti. Back when Don Antonio adopted me, Don Moretti and Antonio were partners, they were thick as thieves.” He paused, rubbed his thumb across his knuckles like the motion could erase what came next.

Dorian slammed his fist on the table again. “That was a f*cking different things. Nellie was not some filthy sl*t ….unlike your so-called wife, who got knocked up by some pathetic stranger,” Dorian burst out at Luka, and his choice of words for Esme were enough to fade that calmness from Luka's demeanour. Tears stung Esme's eyes, whereas Kyler and his mother silently enjoyed that argument between Luka and his father. Dorian stormed towards Luka. “Do you even whose f*cking low blood child she has given birth to or who knows…how many fathers her daughter ha….” Dorian couldn't complete his sentence as Luka grabbed his throat and slammed his head on the table in front of them.

I said. "Elle. You still have to do a couple of warm-ups and you will be free." He forced me to get up. "When will we start fighting?" I asked. "I told you I'm not going to fight with you." "Then send me Cody." "No." "I will train you," Donovan offered, suddenly appearing. He had the bad habit of appearing in front of us. The vampire powers of him allowed him to move at great speed, so he could be anywhere in a matter of seconds. He was frightening, but at least he was the only vampire with that skill.

Today is the day it all ends, today, Donovan must meet his maker. “Then you are going to have to kill me, Draven, because I’m not leaving here,” his eyes were on Donovan laying helplessly and covered in his blood on the floor as if trying to ascertain if he was indeed still alive. Another man might have died from those bruises and the amount of blood he was loosing, but Donovan was a lycan prince and it was going to take more than that to kill him.

A Donovan did not fold under pressure. A Donovan struck back, tenfold. He turned to Damien, his voice low but vibrating with venom. “Get her.”

His body ached and his mind churned with now inescapable thoughts, fears and regrets, and all kinds of ideas—good, bad, and really bad… The unending quarrel continued between mother and son, each infinitely repeating their critiques of the other’s failures, until a familiar knock on the door caused them both to startle into silence. Scarlet opened the door for Donovan. Her old friend was looking much more relaxed than the last time the three had interacted. “Am I interrupting?” the vampire asked in his thick, drawling voice. His eyes drifted from Scarlet to Lucas, who was now seated upright in his bed attempting to watch the happenings at the door out of the periphery of averted eyes. “Not a