How Old Is Damon On Vampire Diaries Novels & Stories

“It’s my turn to ask you a question. How old are you, Willow?” “I just turned nineteen last week and you?” I asked him back. “I’m twenty-four. I have been waiting for you for awhile now, Willow.” Damon says to me, and I look at him confused, why he would be waiting for me. Damon looked at me and furrowed his eyebrows and asked, “You do feel the bond between us, don’t you?” Ashamed to admit this I say, “I feel a bond between us, but it is different then what I felt with my other mates.”

Damon asked, still fighting the urge to run into Andreios' arms. "Sixteen years, that's a lot. Don't you wish to go back home? You know, to family and all." Andreios didn't miss the flash of pain that crossed the younger man's eyes at his question. Damon's eyes lost most of their brilliant sparkles. "I don't have any," Damon whispered. He averted his gaze from Andreios and have them staring at an apple tree. "They all died a long time ago." He continued, still wouldn't look at Andreios. "I was only eight at the time, they were men. No one knew from whence they came." Damon's voice broke as a painful sob threatened to break free. Andreios felt his own eyes water, perhaps he has a lot in commo

he spoke softly, taking his time to carefully choose his next words, "thank you for truly trusting me with this, but I do not think I am ready to take on the role of alpha yet; it's just a huge responsibility. I have so much to learn from you, for only after that will I be ready to lead the people." Lord Savage paused for a moment, his gaze piercing into the depths of Damon's soul. It felt like his pride had been crushed and turned into powder, one that slowly evaporated before his eyes. "How old are you, Damon?," he said to him. He had a tough time trying to hide his fury. "Father!" "Answer me!," he commanded him. "Twenty," he said.

I was standing in the kitchen with Mom, pretending to help chop vegetables for dinner, when his deep voice cut through the quiet afternoon like it belonged there again. My knife froze mid-air. I hadn't seen Damon in almost six years. Not since he left right after college for some big tech job in California. He'd always been larger than life in my memories. Tall, broad-shouldered, with that quiet handsomeness that made people pay attention. Now at thirty, he looked even more imposing. His dark hair was a little longer, his jaw sharper, and those sexy gray eyes scanned the room like they already owned it. My mom squealed and rushed over to hug him. "Damon! Oh honey, look at you. Come in, come

Hey," I smiled at him and he gave me this straight face. That look was something I wasn't expecting. I thought we've passed that stage but then, I could've mistaken his actions for something else. As soon as I pulled out a chair and sat on it, Damon held my hand tightly underneath the table. I wanted to let go, I tried removing my hand from his as tears laced my eyes but he held in tightly as if he was apologizing for what he did. The moment he entwined our fingers, I couldn't see properly. Everywhere was suddenly dark. I stood up and looked around the darkroom that I was, trying to find everyone. All I heard was heavy breathing, and suddenly, the door opened. I turned to see Victor, Damon's

I elaborated. "Well, Lycans only have one Alpha. To put it simply for you: June was selected to become the Omega of the Pack, but then I realized she is my mate," Damon explained. "Typical wolf story," I sighed. Damon raised his eyebrows at my remark, and I felt embarrassed to have voiced my thoughts out loud. "So, June is eighteen, and you are thirty years old?" I asked. "No, June is twenty years old," Damon corrected. "Why the curiosity?"

As if he didn't quite know how to handle what we had become. I swallowed hard. "You're not going to force me, are you?" A flicker of something crossed his face - anger, irritation, maybe even hurt - before it disappeared behind his usual cold mask. "I'm not a monster, Rachel." His voice was low, rough. I exhaled slowly, nodding. "I know." Another pause. Damon ran a hand through his hair, exhaling sharply. "The full moon is in two days." I tensed. "I know."

The familiar bed, the sheets, the scents and the walls that probably remember my echoes and moans are mocking me now. Damon and I started dating officially when I turned sixteen. In my years as a pre teen, he was more like a brother to me, protecting me from bullies, helping me in Pack training and treating me like his best buddy. But then he officially asked me to date him when he was 20 and I was 16. It was the most perfect love confession I have heard. “Are you alright?” I hear a voice and look up. “Master Rowan?” “Hmm. I see you know my name now. Unfair that you heard it from someone else.” He makes a sad face.

Lol, indeed, Damon is Vicente’s grandson and is sharing his blood and personality as well. Samantha and Silas shared a look while being excited about what will happen now! "What's your age?" Vicente asked, showing some interest, and still, Damon wrapped his hands around his waist. "I’m nine years old!" Damon replied. "You are not even five percent my age; are you teaching me?" Vicente scoffed. "My teacher said that there is no need for age to argue the right thing.” "You are upset with me even when I haven't done anything wrong; this is not fair, grandpa!" Damon said, moving his finger and explaining like an old man.

The first time Lila Monroe met Damon Vale was at her boyfriend Ryan’s family barbecue two years ago. She had been dating Ryan for almost a year at that point. Everything felt perfect — until she stepped into the backyard and saw his older brother. Damon Vale, 34 at the time, was nothing like Ryan. Where Ryan was easy-going and boyish, Damon was intense, commanding, and dangerously masculine. Tall, broad-shouldered, with sharp features, dark hair, and piercing gray eyes that locked onto her the moment she walked in.