Team Damon Or Stefan Novels & Stories

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.

Damon arrived in the old mining tunnel just before midnight, alone, and with no weapons. Unlike the goblins, however, he didn't need any. As a wolf shifter, his body was a weapon, and he had every intention of using it to rip Stanley to shreds for doing this to Scar and for tormenting them both.

He’s making a fair point but that doesn’t mean we can abandon Aliya. I look at the large communication screen behind me which Jared set up for me for me last week. Time to test it. It’s a little difficult to maneuvere but I after a few long minutes, the screen flickers and a familiar dusky skinned face appears on it. Damon is the Alpha of the Night Stalkers tribe. Panther shifters. He has a lazy gleam in his eyes as he looks at me, “Finally installed the comms, did you? Told you it would come in useful. Now if only your grandfather would be willing to do the same.”

She said The big man actually blushed. He glanced up at Damon, and Damon was convinced the guy scowled at him. “Oh, Sheldon, this is Damon Paige. Damon, this is Sheldon Michael, the Tide’s star catcher.” Wendy said. “Yes, I’m well aware,” Damon said. “Great game. I’ve watched you a lot of years.” “You Damon Paige who makes the sportswear?” Sheldon asked. Damon nodded. "Yeah I am" he replied. “Cool. You two come on back. James should be done by now.”

“You want pretty? Watch ballet.” “Or your sex tape,” Damien chimed in, winking as he tossed his gloves into his duffel. The boys lost it. “Ayeeee!” Avery whooped. “We got the national champ and certified slut!” I rolled my eyes, but smiled anyway. They were loud, messy, and a little stupid. Silverhollow Storm. My brothers. My team. “Seriously,” Damien said, grinning as he sat beside me. “That goal was fucking evil. You see Reyes’s face?”

When The three men enter the courtroom, Damien is sitting comfortably on the throne, his eyes going to them, with his guard standing close to him, and giving them instructions. "Oh my friend, you are here, come over here." Stefan rolled his eyes, at him, since when did he become friends with this idiot sitting on the throne? "I was about to summon you when my guards informed me that you are back in the pack, did you decide to return that stupid omega after realizing she is no good?" Stefan clenched his fist as he heard the words of this idiot in front of him, he wished to just pierce his claws on his throat and end his miserable life, he had no time playing games with this idiot.

That was why he chose to do it the way that he did. “Damon knows what he is doing, and Damon is well aware of everything that he is playing with. However, it does not concern him. He does not even give a damn. He does not care.” I said, looking at Alpha Kael. “You know for a fact that he does not care about me.” “That is not true, Sienna.”

“It’s overlap. Too much input. Like something’s pushing through the bond.” “That’s not possible,” I said. “It is if he’s doing this on purpose.” That stopped me. “Damian doesn’t have access to the bond,” I said. “No,” Stefan replied. “But he understands leverage.” Before I could respond, movement flashed at the end of the corridor. “Contact,” Team One reported. “Hostiles repositioning. Not engaging.” They were herding us. I adjusted formation instantly. “Stefan stays center. No exceptions.” He didn’t argue.

Steven, sometimes, was too much. Damien Monteverde walked in with a stack of folders under one arm, a calm smile, and none of the homicidal aura his twin brother carried around like a natural cologne. Even his suit was somewhat lighter, cream instead of Damon’s abyss-black. His hair was neater. His expression was gentle. His energy was not shouting “I will fight God for this woman.” In short, very refreshing. He took the seat across from Ella and Steven.

“I choose myself first. These twins are mine. I will raise them here while I train and learn the truth about my blood. No one owns me.” Damon nodded slowly. “Then train with me. I will help you grow stronger.” Kael’s eyes darkened. “This is not over. I will return.” He shifted into his big black wolf and ran back into the woods. The pack started to leave, whispering loudly. Cassandra blinked at me, giving one hateful look at me as she left That night, after my twin pups fell asleep with Scarlett, I met Damon in the deepest woods. Moonlight lit the side of the woods where we had been together before.