روايات وقصص ضمن Ian Somerhalder Damon Salvatore

Carlos asked shakily but he didn't wait for Mattia to reply before he continues " Maximo Santino is a wanted criminal in every countries. You can't include him in this ... " " And who else is more competent? " Mattia yell suddenly, jolting the two other men. He sighed roughly as he pulled off his glasses before he continues smoothly as if he never yelled out. " Konstantin Dmitri is a Russian Mafia Boss, what is wrong in it if I call in the sadistic Italian Mafia Boss into this? Do you both have any other options? " Minutes passes slowly without Mattia getting any response. He stood up from the chair he sat on and Walk away from the Long table.

Some dropped their thumbs at us while the rest uttered profanity for being a team of losers. His name is Damon Salvador. Apart from that he is the son of the King of the vampires, Damon is the most arrogant, ruthless, and self-centered vampire I have ever known. Degrading, humiliating, and ruining someone's life is his best fortë since he could not kill someone's life as well. Our team hates him to the deepest part of our souls. Those vampires who are not well aware of his attitude being the worst will basically end up giving up their own lives. But the four of us are already accustomed to his treat and tricks. His team was also assigned to New York.

Saveroth also left the room. On the other hand, Damien was also smiling at the seat of his Lamborghini Veneno Roadster. Yep, Damien is the only noble-class vampire who never uses a personal driver. Damien smiled. Novak's decision to make him the leader of the rebel hunting army was a big step towards his success in overthrowing the vampire kingdom. They did not know that Damien was the leader of the rebel army itself.

“Do not play games with me. You will give me answers. Or your empire burns—from north to south. Forty-eight hours. You get her name cleared, or I destroy everything you have ever built.” A small laugh escaped him. “Forty-eight hours?” “Yes. Forty-eight hours,” I repeated. My men shifted, silent and ready. The room felt alive, like a beast waiting to pounce. Salvatore’s smirk widened. Then he said something that froze the blood in my veins. “Do you remember the Domingos?” I blinked. The name was like a bomb detonating in my mind. “What do you mean?” I asked cautiously. “They returned,” Salvatore said smoothly. “Empowered, funded, and seeking revenge. I aligned with them.”

All three of them turned when he walked in. Selene's eyes went straight to his face, reading him the way she had been reading him since he was a child. "Well?" Damon moved to the bar. Poured two fingers of whiskey. Drank half before he sat down. "Well?" Selene repeated, quicker. "I met him," Damon said. The room changed. Mira sat up. Aria looked away from the window. Selene put her wine glass down. "And?" Selene said. "His name is Volkov. Viktor Volkov." Damon turned the glass in his hands. "Eastern European. Old money, old connections, old enemies. He's been at war with Craven for four years."

"I get it off the internet. None of the local places will carry it. It's imported from England, and yeah, it's pretty darned good. The only thing I like better is their Oatmeal Stout, but I only drink one of those on very special occasions. It packs a wallop and it's just a little heavy. One bottle and you feel like you just ate a meal." She did like talking about her favorite beer. She watched as Mark took another sip and smiled. Another convert. "Oh, I'm sorry Mark, where's my manners. Mark Lockhardt, this is Damien; Damien, this is Mark Lockhardt." She sat back and waited for the two 'men' to size each other up. Mark looked at her like she had lost her mind, but then looked at the wolf si

He pulled it out and frowned at the screen. "Unknown number." He answered it anyway. "Hello?" His face went white. Dante was on his feet immediately. "Who is this?" Luca demanded into the phone. Then: "No. You're lying. He's in prison." Dante took the phone from him. "Who is this?" "Dante Salvatore." The voice was unfamiliar, male, with a heavy accent. "My name is Sergei Kozlov. Viktor's brother. We need to talk about returning what you stole from him."

I stared at the vampire. He looked young, but his eyes held an ancient wisdom and cunning. "Who are you?" I demanded. The vampire looked up and gave me a sinister smile. "My name is Damian," he said, his voice elegant and cold. "You may have heard Lila mention me." My heart stopped. "Lila's... brother?" "Her partner, to be precise," Damian said, licking his lips. "We were on the same team." The captain flipped through a file. "This Damian's identity has been confirmed. High-ranking vampire, has been embedded in wolf society for years." He looked at me. "According to our investigation, he has been supplying a special poison to an omega named Lila."

Damien smirk. Don stoop up from the floor, and turn into something huge… … … … . SLAY MONSTER???? "Slay monster?? But I captured you??". Damien questioned surprisingly. How come it's here?? "Wrong! You took my father away, not me". He groaned. " I'm Dante Olson ". Dante said, who's also known as Don Damien suddenly laughs. " So I captured your father and you're looking for the white goblin instead of your father?? If I were your father I would have killed you the day you were born". Damien said.

First, Damon patrolled the area around the Monroe family estate, straining all his senses, and when didn't sense even a hint of the presence of demons, he sat down on a tree branch and watched the area. Damon's main goal was now Salvadore. He had never liked this haughty, annoying demon, but when found out that he was the one who had killed Selene's father, hated him even more than usual, and knew very well that Salvadore would not give up and would want to complete the mission at all costs, so Damon had to kill him. Salvadore had always competed with him and certainly wanted to sneak into Alistair's favor now, after all, the game was all about taking over the throne of the Underworld, so he