Tvd Damon Novels & Stories

And Damon watched it all. Quietly. Carefully. Memorizing it. --- By evening, they returned. The villa stood quiet as usual. The car pulled in. Damon stepped out first. Then opened her side again. “Careful.” “I know,” she said, already used to it. He helped her out. One hand around her as they walked inside. The moment they entered— Damon’s eyes shifted. Sharp. Focused. There was someone there. Waiting. One of his men. A spy.

Damon: After Colton and Victoria ended their meeting with the Hernandez, I teleported back to my room. The bed where I'd left Tammy in the morning was empty. I stripped off my clothes, going into the bathroom for a cold shower. The cold water from the shower nozzles cascaded over me, washing away sweat and also helping to cool the anger I was feeling. I let my mind roam about on how I'd handle Colton and Victoria after getting to the bottom of things. As much as I wanted them dead, there was still a tiny part of me that hoped they'd have a good reason for wanting to kill me.

Saveroth also left the room. On the other hand, Damien was also smiling at the seat of his Lamborghini Veneno Roadster. Yep, Damien is the only noble-class vampire who never uses a personal driver. Damien smiled. Novak's decision to make him the leader of the rebel hunting army was a big step towards his success in overthrowing the vampire kingdom. They did not know that Damien was the leader of the rebel army itself.

You know the Fosters. Everyone does. From the beautiful Victorian on the bend. A stone’s throw from the canal. Damon was a policeman, back in the day. Discharged on pension. Went on to become a cardiologist—best one within a reasonable drive. I hear they pay him a fortune.

So, tell me about you. Damon glances up at the moon before looking back down at me and I take my time to take it all in. The moonlight highlighting his skin, it is as if he's in his own nature. The way his dark green eyes are somehow a tint of yellow but it was only for a couple of seconds, a bit too surreal to confirm. ''There's not much to tell.'' ''Right . . . so, I just told you about myself. And, I'm getting none from you?''

It was war smelling the mate bond. I thought the bond was dead. “You smell like power now,” he growled. “Like storms and the moonlight. What really happened to you?” I stood tall, refusing to hide my body. “I survived. I was what you tried to kill.” Damon’s jaw dropped. For the first time, I felt pain appear right in his eyebrows. “I was wrong, Annie. Cassandra lied to me. I only allowed pride and fear to make me throw away the best thing in my life… my coming Luna.”

I kept my hands folded in my lap as we drove, wondering what I had gotten myself into by agreeing to this. Inside the car, it was quiet for a long time. I finally broke the silence. “Tell me about your family.” Damien’s expression changed right away. “There’s not much to tell.” “I doubt that,” I said. After a pause, he started talking. “My father remarried after my mother died. Victoria is my stepmother. She likes control.” I smiled a little. “That’s your warning?” “No.” He glanced at me briefly. “This is. Answer only what you’re asked. Don’t volunteer information.”

“You’ll receive a package by morning. A list of everything you’ve buried over the last six years. Affairs. Payouts. Tax fraud. If you don’t retract every word you’ve said about Ariella Vale, I’ll make sure every editor in this country sees it.” Roarke swallowed. “She’s not worth this war.” “She’s the only war I’ve ever volunteered for,” Damon said. Roarke left. Marcus walked in. “That was one way to silence a journalist.” “It’s the only language some people understand,” Damon said. I found Damon in the rooftop garden that evening. He wasn’t drinking. Just standing, arms crossed, watching the city he owned try to tear him apart. “You used his mother against him?” I asked. He turned, unfazed.

He’s a tamer version of Dante with the right amount of Damien mixed up in one just as deadly combination. Damitri is heavy handed and shot first ask questions later type of guy but I know that even though my guys are like that, with me they are all giant teddy bears filled with nothing but mushy stuff and love. “Call Liam and have him come over and wait with you” Damien says as an order more then a suggestion.