Team Damon Or Stefan Novels & Stories

"Oh, okay. But I think I have first dibs on being stressed out right now. But you're still all right in my book, Damien. Romans invented the art of love. That's rich!" Mark was laughing, trying not to spill his coffee. Elena was looking at the two of them and getting a little irritated. She could only hear one side of the conversation and what Mark was saying didn't make much sense. But it was great how he had figured out that Damien was a werewolf and that there wasn't anything to get overly freaked out about. At least that part was going according to her plan. However, her lover and her new friend were hitting it off right away. Excluding her from the conversation. She had to admit, it mad

“Well I’m not, and you don’t get to call me ‘Princess’. Maybe you can call your daughter that.” “And second of all,” he continued without missing a beat, not minding what I’d just said. “I’m a very loyal soldier to Damon, unlike Julian, who was a prick to the very end. Everyone knew how much of a perverted prick he was, and trust me when I say we all saw his death coming. He undermined the boss’s wrath too many fucking times.”

Damon had grouped himself with some hot chic. Typical. "Elva!'' "Nicky!" "Natalia!" Three consecutive voices called from behind. They all turned to see Majesty High School star footballers walking over in their school's jersey as usual. They were B.H.A's rival every football season and had a bad reputation...in a good way. Jeffrey Campbell was still silently sulking over how BADLY they trashed his team last season. Stan was their captain and the two had been rivals since like forever! M.H.S footballers weren't arrogant or anything but you know boys.... they had their silent egos to settle! Jeffrey scoffed and looked away.

His friends exchanged incredulous glances, their disbelief palpable, yet Donovan remained steadfast, a sense of tranquil resolution enveloping him. In that fleeting moment, amidst the shattered illusions of the night, all he could envisage was the day he would claim Boma as his own, their fervent devotion igniting a future where their love would reign supreme, amidst a world of fleeting desires and hollow triumphs, a testament to the enduring power of true passion. "Donovan!" a friend of his hailed. "P. O one and only!" Other praises began to ring. "Leader one!" "Lion!" "We are loyal!" "SUG president to be!" "Who can stand?" "They have not been born!" "Congratulations!"

Good question. “The other times the Alpha has left to attend the Alpha’s Meetings, he had to take his Luna. Seeing as the Luna was… disposed… he took someone else. Since Alpha Shane has not found his mate, he would need to take his Beta and his Gamma,” Gamma Trent answered. “I would also advise you take your strongest warriors.” “Do I not look capable of protecting myself?” I asked. Trent looked toward Mave before bowing his head.

Everything was going to be fine. "You're going to like this team. Some of the guys have been slacking off a little, so expect some tension when you walk into the room. Damon's going to come in and talk to the team at nine. He's pissed about some of the things that have slipped through the cracks, and rightly so. It's going to get ugly before it gets better," Ben chuckled and got into the back of the cab.

I whispered. Luna Astraea smiled and leaned forward, brushing my hair back like a mother would. “You remind me of who I used to be. Before the throne, before the war. Strong. Stubborn. Soft where it counts.” We both laughed softly at that. Then the front door opened again, and Damien stepped in, black coat slung over his arm. “Teams are ready,” he said, tone brisk but eyes locked on mine. “We’ve started the search.” I stood, meeting him halfway.

My stomach churned at this and I was forced to drag him to myself. "Damon was a very special friend to me. We grew up together and did things together but she killed him. He was Wendy's mate." Wendy...Wendy's Stefan girlfriend. My hands slacked off his body and my expression changed. "What?." That gasp escaped from my lips before I could stop. He spun his head to look at me.

Samson clicked his tongue but said nothing. “Let me just keep my fingers crossed that you will eventually join our lab,” Damian said. Elena sighted a black car that was parked by the roadside. It's obvious to her that someone was watching. She handed a glance toward Samson, and he subtly gave a nod. “I will be returning your jacket next time we see,” Elena said lightly. Damian opened the car door for her. “Elena, I really mean it. We would make a great team,” he stated.