Team Damon Or Team Stefan Novels & Stories

The base was quieter than usual when Damon and the team returned. They had barely made it out of the enemy headquarters alive, but they had the documents they needed—vital intel that could change the course of the war. Yet, there was no celebration. Instead, tension hung heavy in the air. The team was fractured. Damon had proved his worth on the mission, but he was still the outcast, and the rift between him and the others had not been healed.

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.

Team 5 Fredrick Truman – Earth Channeler, Kael Mason – Wolf Shifter, Ash Lehtonen – Aqua Channeler, Damian Bellamy – Avian Shifter, Maddie Lytwin – Unidentified. My eyes widened. Fate was playing with me. At the moment, I was afraid to be near Kael because of our earlier argument. I had to be on the same team with him? Not to mention Damian, who clearly showed his hostility toward me. Great, oh… great! There was a light nudge on my shoulder. When I turned, Fredrick was already beside me. “We’re on the same team,” he said with a smile. “Yeah, I’ll just be a burden to you all again.” The words slipped out of my lips just like that.

he asked. Dave stiffened immediately, stepping back. Jason smiled. “Afraid to answer?” he mocked. “Or cat got your tongue?” Dave stayed silent still for some reason, he was afraid of Jason finding out and Jason chuckled. “Stay out of my way,” he said quietly, his voice turning deadly. “Or I’ll crush you.” Then he walked off. as the whistle blew. First Half, The game kicked off. On Team A— the Dominanters: The main players are Trevor, Noah, Rolex and Tom. the rest are their supporters

the team's pretty analyst, Sandra Colin, said with a beaming smile on her face. She led everyone to the couch, where they sat down to face a large screen on the wall. “Leon was the MVP during the first two matches. I’m sure it’ll be him for this match, too,” Stewart said. “Of course, that has to be the case. Did anyone among us perform better than Leon? No!” Damien added. “Don’t say that," Leon replied as he gazed at them both. "I did well because of our teamwork.” “No, that was only one aspect of things. It’s because you’re truly a great player,” Stewart said.

“Didn’t expect my father’s little dog to grow a spine.” “She is my servant,” Stefan said, his voice emotionless, controlled, but Rita could hear the rage simmering beneath the surface. “If she has offended you, I will deal with her. But she is under my protection.” The way he said it made something inside Rita tighten. Under my protection. Like she mattered to him. Damon stepped closer again, but this time, he didn’t touch her. He leaned toward Stefan, his smile sharp and mocking. “Keep a better leash on your pet, Stefan,” he said. “Or someone else will.”

The neckline dipped low, and the morning sun made her skin glow like freaking gold. “All right, everyone ready?” Sera’s voice chimed, snapping me out of my thoughts. “Team Ace and Beck on the left. Team Cal and Damon on the right.” “Sera,” Cal called, his smile amused. “Just make sure you’re not playing favorites, okay? Honestly, I’m kinda worried about these team assignments.” She glanced at Cal, her eyes narrowing, then put her hands on her hips. “I'm a neutral judge, Cal.” Cal laughed amusedly, then jogged to his position. Damon stood at the end of the field, I squinted at him. That punk, in what appeared to be carefully chosen workout clothes-a tight black t-shirt and shorts, seemed to w

But Damon just smiled, his eyes glinting with ruthlessness. "I'm afraid it's not negotiable, Mr. Kendrick," he said. "Either you agree to my terms, or we walk away." Kendrick's face paled, but he nodded, his voice barely above a whisper. "Okay, deal." Damon smiled, feeling a rush of triumph. He stood up, his eyes never leaving Kendrick's face. "Welcome to the team, Mr. Kendrick," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "I'm sure we'll have a very... profitable relationship."

“We’ll drown him in it. Then we go bigger.” William cracked his knuckles. “I’m in Mr Damien.” I pocketed the phone, my blood humming. “Welcome to the team, William. Damon’s going down, and we’re just getting started.” The games had just begun.

“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.