Salvatore Vampire Diaries Novels & Stories

There I saw her in front of me, with anger plastered on her face. {Why did you bring her here!?} Salvatore let out before I could take control, he was more than furious. He wants to have alone time here, and not with the one he can't withstand. “Maddox, you look so pale... You look.” she stretched her hands forward trying to touch my face. {Get off!} Salvatore growled, pushing her far away from him. {Her smell is making me go crazy! Take her away or her father will come take her lifeless body.}

I heard it's because they suspect she has something to do with vampires. As soon as Henry finished speaking, his phone rang. One of the guests attending Anatole's party secretly took a photo of Lucasta and Samson and sent it to Henry, asking if Henry knew the daughter of the president of Workday, and asking Henry to introduce him to work together. - Sir, look, Lucasta has transformed into Calantha and has come to Anatole's party. – Henry quickly gave the phone to William. William's face became red because he was so angry. If Samson is in France, then who is that vampire?

I was putting on my shoes by the front door when Daisy stopped me to hand me a small bottle. I looked at it, then looked back at her. “What is this? I know the city’s not so safe right now, but I don’t think pepper spray is going to stop a serial killer.” Daisy rolled her eyes. “It’s garlic powder.” “Oh for fuck’s sake, you’re still on this vampire bullshit?” I pushed the bottle back into her hands but she stepped back. “Just hold it with you. It’s better to be safe than sorry.” I shook my head, but stuffed the bottle in my bra. My Uber was waiting outside, and by the time I pulled up to the event hall, the party was in full swing.

she asked quietly. Salvatore’s smirk returned—cruel, like a cat that had finally cornered its prey. He leaned forward, resting his elbows on the desk. “Then we take your brother apart… piece by piece while we make you watch the horror.” Her breath hitched and her mind went blank, her hands clutched her knees to stop them from shaking. Salvatore took another drag from his cigar, the smoke drifting between them like a wall. “Don’t make that face, sweetheart. It’s not personal. Just... business.”

The first manifestation of pregnancy that most Vampires have is sleepwalking, a mental breakdown then beginning to gradually lose awareness and memories. While making love at that time, Phoebe was bloodthirsty and tried to bite Louis' shoulder to drink blood, it was not because she was too hungry to take the risk nor because Phoebe was too hateful of Louis to attack him. Phoebe's action at that time was to create a "mate" link with Louis, but… Louis refused this connection by brutally beating Phoebe and causing her already weakened spirit to become even more damaged pity and fear for him.

I snatch the remote from his hand and walk over to the individual recliner seats. Just as the credit to season one of vampire diaries starts rolling, Lorenzo takes the seat beside me. "Not this again. Fucking Damon Salvatore." He whines. "How many times have you watched this already?" Memories filter into my head; of me dragging Lorenzo to go see the newly released seasons of vampire diaries, of me forcing him to binge-watch them with me. Along with the memories comes a dull ache. "Hey. You said I could watch whatever I wanted to." Facing him, I point a finger in his face. "And don't bring Damon into this unless you want fists to start flying around." I'm dead ass serious too. Nobody bad mou

Liam told her. “Why do you care?” Tristan interrupted him. “I care because I know what you are and it's nice of you not to attack a human and rip her neck off.” Amaya smirked, folding her hands while Liam and Tristan looked at each other. “You got me, girl. I'm a vampire,” He muttered while sipping from the soda can. “Don't worry. I'm not going to hurt you. Tristan here has taught me how to control myself and we will be on our way once we are done with the free food. I'm Liam Salvador.” He sounded a little bit rude, but Amaya waved it off.

Danni was watching me carefully, taking in every change in my expressions, as she waited patiently for me to explain. But what was I supposed to tell her? “There was…someone else; another …guy who came out of nowhere. He…he was…” I fumbled with my words, because I simply didn’t know how to explain what I’d seen – not in a way that would make sense, and not leave me looking completely crazy. How do you tell your friend that you were saved by a vampire? Better yet, how do you make them believe you? Especially when you’re not sure ‘you’ even believe you?

I just stared at him as so many emotions hit me all at once. "D-did I do that...?" He pointed to my wrist as if he needed a confirmation that he'd just drank my blood. I nodded my reply, still too dumbstruck to speak. I watched him reach for something in his back pocket, then he brought out a handkerchief. "I'm so sorry..." He mumbled as he began to tie my wrist with the handkerchief. As he did that, I felt more than aware of different emotions that surged through me. First was relief that he hadn't died under my watch, second was fear because I was alone with a vampire and the third emotion, which overshadowed the rest was adoration.

But Salvatore, ever vigilant, intercepted the attack, sacrificing himself to protect his newfound ally. The room fell silent as Salvatore collapsed, his eyes filled with a mixture of pain and relief. Guida's heart ached as he cradled his fallen comrade, a sense of profound loss washing over him. Salvatore's sacrifice would forever be etched in Guida's memory—a testament to the redemptive power of change.