How Old Is Damon On Vampire Diaries Novels & Stories

"Do you know them?" Dante asked Dae in an emotionless tone reading papers of business. "No, I don't. " Dae answered. "The big man came to get the little one and they wanted to give me some...companion." "Fine. Do you like it, the companion?" "..." Without having an answer, Dante didn't ask more and continued to mind his own business. The little Dae looked out the window counting the raindrops. It seemed that he was enjoying more the silence.

"I could give you details." "Nope. I'm good." Damon lifted his hand and walked to his side of the car. They would be in their eighties, and Matt would still be as childish as he was when they were teenagers. It was just part of his charm.

Lucas smirked trying to get his attention. "I didn't summon you. I asked you to come." "That's what a summons is." Damien finally looked up. He studied his friend for a moment the way he studied most things without hurry and without giving away what he was thinking, "April Sterling," he said while Lucas rolled his eyes. “Yeah…” "She's seventeen," Damien said. "I know how old she is." "Then explain to me what you're doing." Lucas shifted slightly. "It's not what it looks like."

Destiny and a lot of help from the goddess herself brought them together when the time was right. Damon is a few months older than me, and his birthday is soon, meaning he will also soon shift for the first time and meet his wolf. Everyone has big expectations for him, I on the other hand have time to wait still, but me and Damon have always been inseparable, more like a best friend than a brother, but his protective side peeks out every now and then, other boys are never allowed close to me, and frankly half of them wouldn’t dare take on Damon, He’s tall, around 6”3, has shaggy dark hair, but always well styled. And he is built like a brick. The closer he gets to his birthday the more his m

I asked Nikolas. "I was on an Assignment" He smiled, showing off his dimples. "How old are you?" I asked. "Why the questions?". "I have to know the guy that's dating my sister" I shrugged. "We aren't dating" Cara and Niklaus said at once. "Yet" Damon coughed. "So?" I said. "I'm twenty two." He smiled, and I nod, Cara is nineteen, but everything I've heard, she is so much older. "We are made of Steel, Barbie" Damian said as he saw the worried look on my face.

I felt exposed under his gaze, yet strangely powerful. Damon Torres didn’t look away. He held my eyes across the crowded terrace as he slowly raised his glass in a private toast, the corner of his mouth curving into a knowing, devastating smile. The golden Mediterranean sunset painted sharp shadows across his strong features, highlighting the silver threading through his dark hair and the confident set of his broad shoulders. He was older than Liam by at least fifteen years — early forties, I guessed — but carried himself with the kind of effortless authority that made every man around him seem like a boy.

Damon admitted in a murmur, his arm tightening around the girl and snuggling his nose in the crook of Lilliana's neck. “I'm not mad at you” the girl informed him “You're not??” He asked, surprise in his tone. “No, I just told you how I feel,” Lilliana told him. Damon heaved out a heavy sigh and mumbled into her ear “I ended things with Caitlin or any of the other women I used to play around with on the day you turned 18” The girl’s eyes snapped open, her brows knitted together in puzzlement at what Damon had just revealed to her and slowly turned around to face him.

Damon's POV "Damon, you're thirty years old." My mother, Julianna, tells me during breakfast, her tone deceptively light. "You know how the elders are already hoping not only to choose a mate but to have your own pups. You have neither." She means well. Both my parents do. And apart from this one topic, I have a very good relationship with them. They were worried. Everyone is.

“You know I don’t want that, Damon. It will only bring you problems… the people.” “You’ll know on a specific day,” he replied. I blinked, “What specific day? What are you planning?” I asked. His expression shifted, and I could sense the flicker of emotion changing in his eyes. “Rora… you forgot my birthday. It’s like you forgot my whole existence when you left.” he said, his voice tight. My mouth parted in shock. “No… Damon, I didn’t forget. Your birthday is July 20th. What day is it now? I can’t keep track of time in this palace.” I said, looking around the dimly lit room.

" she said smilling at Arrya. "OK thank you" Arrya said and immediately left to get prepare for her new beginning... Inside a beautiful luxury designed office, a tall broad shoulder man of his late twenties with a beautiful jet black hair was standing to the down to ceiling window of his office as he talk on phone with his mother. "Mom please just stop it, alright I will get married when I find love alright..." Damien said to his mother on the phone "Honey you ain't getting younger you will be 29 in two months time, I need little Damien and Elena is ready to be your wife" Mrs Willington said to her son