Donovan Vampire Diaries Novels & Stories

Donovan’s anger is cold and steady; his hunt for the traitor is not a burst of fury but a calculated tightening of the noose. I lean against a cold stone pillar, hidden in the shadows, and my mind drifts to Damien. His decline into chaos is a stark contrast to Donovan’s cold control. Damien has become unpredictable—a storm of rage and sorrow. I remember a time when his eyes shone with purpose. Now they are dull and haunted, as if each drink steals a little more of him. I recall a recent night when I heard the crash of shattered glass in his private chambers. I crept near the door, heart pounding, and heard his voice—harsh, slurred, lashing out at someone who dared come too close. I had to hi

He said, his voice raspy. My eyes widened, heart thumping wildly in my chest. "What?" "First, how to appease an angry Don." I didn't get a chance to process his words fully before his lips came crashing down on mine. Fuelled by an unhinged lust and a need to dominate me, Dante was anything but gentle. And in that moment, I didn't think I mind. My response was a little gentler, submissive. I melted underneath this dangerous, possessive man. Dante's hand was suddenly sliding up my exposed thigh, inching dangerously close to my throbbing core.

I say while a tear rolls down my eye. “Venus, no—” “I, Venus Donovan, daughter of Alpha Elijah and Verena Dovonav of the Iron Claw Pack, reject you, Bronze Nova of the Silver fang Pack, as my unfated mate.”

“You think I don’t see it? You warn me she’s making me soft. Days later, she’s hit by a car with no plates, tinted windows, no trace. You show up here uninvited. You expect me not to suspect you?” Giovanni’s eyes narrowed. “You think I’d harm her?” “You’ve harmed for less.” He shook his head slowly. “Not this. Not her. I may not approve, but I’m not a fool. Killing her would break you. And a broken Don is bad for business.” The words hung heavy. Dante stepped forward. “Then who was it?” Giovanni’s gaze flicked to him, then back to me. “You have rivals. Enemies. Shadows that wait for weakness. Don’t mistake me for them.”

"Sir, we didn't know..." "Now you know. As the only living relative to the Don, she's taking over effective immediately" the men shift on their feet. I can tell they want to object and if I were any of them, I wouldn't say shit. But as usual, there is always that one stupid idiot who can't hold it in. "What does that mean? This puttana is going to be our boss now?" Giovanni doesn't bother answering. He shoots the fucker right between his eyes. The guy falls back on the coffee table, shattering it as he goes. Blood slowly oozes from the hole in his head.

And besides that he closed his heart for emotions such as love, a long time ago and went only in search of the female species when he was in need of one. Famous Italian mafia Don, notoriously known as the "Angel¨ (of death!") depending on the situation!.... 36 years of age, a handsome devil with the smile of an angel, if he wants too! Smoldering orbs who could make women's panties drop in seconds by a mere look of his, a sharp stumbled jawline, short dark hair in the neck with some longer strands on top of which women often loved to grab during sex…. A greek body to drool over with toned abs and a v-line to linger your

Damien The drive to Onyx Club is a quick one as my mind is miles away. I am so consumed with questions as to why my father would let me get married to his driver’s daughter. A girl I guess is way below my league and not my type of woman. “We are here Sir”.Mr.Smith says drafting me back from my thoughts. I got out of the car without acknowledging him and I headed straight to the VIP session of the club. Yeah, I am Damien Donovan and I have exclusive services wherever I go. I get seated at my usual spot and wait for Evans.

You’re going to be a looker. “I’m happy to see you’re up.” I freeze. Did I bring someone home? I don’t remember, but that was the goal. “Look, it was just a one-night stand. Let’s not make a…” I sit up and freeze again. Standing before me is my donor—and he’s very real.

Nico just scoffed, "Believe me, Xander, I'm pretty sure you can lie out of this one, plus Layla may be a Bronwyn but she's not a genius." My brows furrowed as he said that. She must be the Lord's daughter. I didn't even know he had a daughter. "I heard my name!" An unfamiliar voice sang out. All three of us turned our heads to the left to see who said it. A blonde vampire strut towards us, smiling as we all looked at her. Xander quickly sat up straighter as she approached. I leaned back against Nico out of nervousness, but couldn't help but look over her features.

She was a missing final-year student who had foolishly thrown herself at the handsome Lycan, fooled by his appearance and status sadly to be captured and thrown into the secret dungeon built in secrecy and known only to the Donovan's to be used as his meal whenever hungry and spiraling out of control. "Humans amuse me, you keep on begging, knowing it is pointless and futile," he said raising his brow before gripping her neck and sinking his fangs into her neck, draining her of blood until she passed out, not wanting to kill her yet he retracted his fangs, placing her down before exiting the dungeon, it was only a matter of time before St Donovan had its third murder only to be covered up as