Novel & Cerita Stefan Salvatore Vampire Diaries

SALVATORE Stefan came back to the room late at night, he was covered with blood. Rita was waiting for him, she led him to a seat and took off the blood stained clothes. She then got a bowl of water and a cloth and started wiping him clean. "He was an horrible man" Stefan spoke suddenly. She looked at him in shock, since she helped him with Kaia, he hadn't spoken to her. "Who?" "The man I killed, he was a greedy human who did a lot of evil things as a human and after becoming a vampire, he did even worse things."

“I’ll take back control of Vegas. If only Harold was alive to witness this moment, he'd known it was foolish going against my order and keeping you bastards alive,” “The only bastard was the useless mutt I sent a bullet to his head,” Lorenzo's face was a mask of fury. He was talking about Viktor. I still couldn't believe they were stepbrothers. “And I'll make sure to keep you alive and watch how I'll tear apart Dario and Savio. I rip out their organs, and you'll watch me feed it to them,” Salvatore stood up from his chair, and I suddenly felt sick. Bile turned in my stomach, rising to my throat. “No, I think I have a better idea. I'll make you do it, just exactly how you ripped out your moth

Grace sat before Salvatore, her gaze narrowed as if trying to read him. On the other hand, Salvatore sipped his wine, a smile on his face as he watched her. “You know, I'm still wondering how I couldn't tell the first I saw you that you could be the double S terrorizing Italy!" Grace yelled out, her hand going to tug at her hair. Salvatore laughed, warmth radiating off him. Damn, he was very handsome. If Grace didn't have Dante, she would have asked Salvatore out.

Love both Boss and Man equally, and if the most powerful vampire leader in the vampires was taking Type as their mate or more look like gave him some sort of Queen tittle, but Jonthan said they hate wolf, so if they actually hate wolf how the hell, they take Type as their mate who was also an wolf in past? Type is a, Vampire Quen had seemed . . . Love both Boss and Man equally, and if the most powerful vampire leader in the vampires was taking Type as their mate or more look like gave him some sort of Queen tittle, but Jonathan said they hate angles, so if they actually hate wolf's how the hell, they take Type as their mate who was also a wolf in past? "Type was a wolf to before turning into

They had to. Salvatore let out an enraged howl, his body trembling as a dark aura surrounded him. His wounds began to close, his strength renewing in a way that defied nature. Sophia's stomach dropped as she realized what was happening. "He's drawing power from them," Gabriel said, his voice tight with alarm. "From his wolves." Salvatore's wolves began to falter, their movements slowing as if their energy was being drained. It was a horrifying sight, and Sophia's anger burned even brighter.

Stefan reacted swiftly, grabbing Stella's wrist. "Enough! You've been lying to me for five years!" Stella suddenly burst into shrill laughter. "Lying? Stefan, open your eyes! Your sister is a vampire now. Can you really accept that?" She glared at me viciously. "And her? She's the enemy you've hated for five years. Suddenly, she's your savior? Can you even tell love from hate anymore?" For the first time, Stefan slapped her. "Get out! Do you even have a heart?"

My breath caught, my hands scrabbling at his wrist as panic flared in my chest. His eyes burned, not red but fierce, his face inches from mine. “I’m the next leader of the Marshall coven,” he growled, his voice low and menacing, each word dripping with authority. “A centuries-old vampire. You think being my stepbrother gives you immunity? Try to humiliate me again, Chase, and I’ll crush you like the bug you are, you stupid idiot.”

He smiled again, wider now, and stepped back as if we were just two old friends catching up. “You’ve done well with the mask,” he said lightly. “But I knew Elena. And I never forget people who help me survive a war.” I blinked. “Wait.. what?” He raised his glass. “Dante Salvatore. Former associate of your late alter ego. Once a thorn in Bruce Calloway’s side.” He tapped his glass to mine. “Still am.” The twist in my gut didn’t loosen. “What do you want?” “To help you,” he said plainly. “And to destroy Bruce. Piece by piece.”

“How’s everything going? I heard you’re seeing someone.” “You mean… like a hallucination?” He narrows his eyes at me. I crack up. “No,” I say, lightly punching his arm. “I know you’re ready to get back out there. You just haven’t admitted it yet.” “No.” He shakes his head firmly. “Dating isn’t for me.” Salvatore is the only one in the Red Fang clan who had his fated mate the first time, and only her, for most of his life. She died. Left him with a little boy who died not long after.

An elderly man right beside Alexia speaks first and it moves on till it reaches him, he looks Alexia up and down and he smirks and says, “We met this morning, it’s like destiny, or should I say fate? I should have introduced myself then, but it skipped me because I couldn’t think straight when I saw you.” Alexia smiles in his direction and nods her head. She wipes her palms slowly in her trousers so, it isn’t obvious that she is nervous. The young man continues when she doesn’t say a thing, “My name is Damon Salvatore. The CEO of Salvatore Gold company.” Alexia replies to him, with a blank expression,