Ian Somerhalder Damon Salvatore Novels & Stories

And for a moment, everyone went quiet. I turned just as the doors opened again. Dominic Salvatore entered first. Alpha. Commanding. Unmistakable. At his side walked Aria Salvatore, his Luna, his wife, and lover… she was also the mother of his child. Her head was held high, her presence effortless, as if she had always belonged at his side. Whispers followed them, some admiring, some resentful. Luna Isobel’s lips thinned. “The woman who was sold as a slave,” she muttered coolly, “now standing as Head Luna. A slave who became the Alpha’s wife.”

"When you ask me that, I usually don't know what to say." "What's your full name?" "Damon Salvatore," He said with a smile. "Italian, huh," I nodded at him with a smile. I knew. He had the features. The trim figure, olive skin, dark hair, characteristic razor sharp jawline, aquiline nose and lastly, the natural charm and charisma. "I can see why," No wonder he had this pull. He exuded so much confidence. He didn't even have to act it. It was a part of him.

He swirled the amber liquid in his glass before dropping it on the glass table beside him. “I am Damien.” He said. Now lighting a cigarette. The room fell silent. The tick of the clock became the only thing that could be heard. His eyes held mine, daring me to look away. And then, the corner of his lips curved. His voice cut through me like a sharp blade as the smell of smoke enveloped me. “...Salvatore DeLuca.” Voice calm. The name struck me like lightning, my body went stiff and I almost passed out on the spot.

he stated, his hands resting on the map table, ready to snap the neck of anyone who wasted his time. I walked closer, stopping just outside his immediate personal space, a boundary I knew better than to cross. “Damon Salvatore took her to force her signature on the Ventura Group collateral. She gave it to him,” I began, knowing he knew this, but needing to establish the reality. “He believes he has won the financial war. He believes he has broken her will by forcing her to choose her sons’ safety over the family’s economic stability. My sons see only the asset loss.”

“I swear, Damien, that day will be the end of your life. I’ll make sure it’s the worst death you’ve ever known.” His voice dropped to a venomous whisper, each word a dagger. “Don’t even think about running,” he continued, eyes boring into mine like they could reach into my soul and rip it out. “You, of all people, should know I, Salvatore, show no mercy. Even if you hide in the deepest hole, I will fish you out. I will end your entire line.” The threat was both primal and precise—a promise that echoed through my bones. “Don’t try to play me, don’t mess with me, Damien. I repeat—don’t dare me.”

Adam didn't continue after he rubbed his eyes and still saw two Alpha Darren's. Damien finally took off the apron and head covering he was wearing. "Good evening, mom, dad. How have you been without me these past few years?" Adam was in shock while Janette was so happy that she couldn't resist hugging Damien. Damien smiled wryly and giggled half-heartedly. "Do you think I'm dead, dad? Unfortunately I'm still alive even though you pushed me off the cliff." "What are you saying dear? Why are you accusing your father? Darren was the one who tried to kill you."

"Damon Salvatore Ian Somerhalder is just… ugh, to die for! He could bite me any day, and trust me, I wouldn’t complain. Those eyes, girl... they’re absolutely mesmerizing. I could get lost in them for days and not care about finding my way back!” I couldn’t help but laugh at her fangirl moment, shaking my head in mock disbelief. Shelly always had a knack for finding fictional characters impossibly dreamy. “Oh, Shelly, you’re hopeless.” I chuckled, unable to resist joining in on the fun. “But let’s be real here, Stefan is way better than Damon!” I announced playfully, knowing full well it would spark a lively debate.

Damien slowly stood up and walked to Alex on the alter, he smiled at him and stretched his hand for a handshake. “Hello, my name is Damien Robbin, the man from Salado.” He said with a smile and Alex could hear his own heartbeat.

The nonexistent struggle mine was of no use, hence I stopped, and looked into the eyes of only one man, the man I considered family, the man who is family. " You will be a fine little bunny. Everything will end sooner than you think. " " Stefano...." was the last thing that left my lips as I look at the stranger in front of me, who just whispered these words comforting into my ears. As if he has no idea that his voice can never comfort me. Ramon Moretti. Brother of Gustav Moretti. The leader of the Russian mafia. I closed my eyes looking into his brown eyes covered by the same pair of glasses, he was wearing the first time we met.