Vampire Damon Salvatore Novels & Stories

The fresh bonding mark on her neck stood out starkly against her pale skin, a cruel irony—marked and claimed in the moment she should have been safest, only to be immediately poisoned and left vulnerable. "Come on, Damon," I muttered, shaking his shoulder again. "You're a Prime Alpha. You're supposed to be resistant to this shit. Fight through it. Wake up. Your pack needs you. Your mate needs you." Nothing. No response. Whatever had been in that wine, it was powerful enough to keep even a Prime Alpha unconscious. "Darius!" Elena's voice, finally. She appeared at a run, her face pale with fear, her hands already glowing with the faint golden light that indicated she was summoning her healing

“Oh my God… It’s you. You’re one of them. The Dominion.” The vampire’s smirk widened. “So Valerius broke our law and told mortals about us. Tsk, tsk. That is a crime punishable by death. But I won’t go back empty-handed. I’ll start with leverage. And you, chef girl… you’ll do just fine.” Before she could scream, he lunged. His hand slammed against her chest, knocking the air out of her lungs. Zoe clawed at him, pushing, kicking, but his strength was inhuman. He pressed her to the wall, his fangs glinting.

“I don’t believe anything from a man who watched us bleed and said nothing.” “If you’re so sure I’m lying…” Carter’s eyes flashed, “then kill me. Right now.” Damon stepped forward, lips curled in disgust. “Too easy.” He stared Carter down like he was filth beneath his boots. “If she’s real,” Damon said coldly, “if Tatiana’s really the one pulling your strings, then let her come for you. Let her crawl through the shadows and save you.” He turned, already walking. “Prove it,” he said over his shoulder. “Or rot.”

I will think about going back home tomorrow. I get out of the kitchen and walk around the living room. I think Raul, Orpheus and Athan went with Damien to do the check up. Damien is a very determined leader. If these Vampires were werewolves, he would be an Alpha. Just like father wanted. He wanted me to have an Alpha mate. I got a Vampire Alpha instead and he is everything to me. I just love him the way he is; Vampire or not. I wouldn't like him any other way.

He wants to take you back, take care of you, and transfer your parents' assets to you. - How did he know I was here? Did you discover me and tell him? - Just by chance. This road is the fastest way from his house to the Institute of Medical Sciences. If William hadn't come to ask for my help today, I'd still be letting my teammates search for you. But… Lucasta, can you tell me what happened? Samson is a vampire, right? You tested him, right? - No. He is a human. Because I tested him with garlic and a cross, he got very angry and chased me away. He said I listened to strangers and doubted my relatives. Then… I asked Calantha for help.

"You are right. I saved you from Vienna's coven. I only meant to travel and it happened that I was near the vicinity. I was curious so I went to see it. To my surprise, I caught them trying to murder a helpless mortal." He knew Vienna. And the way he talked, he seemed to know about vampires for a very long time that their presence didn't surprise him anymore. More importantly, if he came and fought with those powerful vampires all by himself, does it mean he also was a vampire? "You are one of them," I concluded aloud. "I am," he admitted without any hesitation. "Where is Jaxon? Did you also help him?" "He must be dead by now." My eyes widened in horror. "What are you saying? You said you we

All three of them turned when he walked in. Selene's eyes went straight to his face, reading him the way she had been reading him since he was a child. "Well?" Damon moved to the bar. Poured two fingers of whiskey. Drank half before he sat down. "Well?" Selene repeated, quicker. "I met him," Damon said. The room changed. Mira sat up. Aria looked away from the window. Selene put her wine glass down. "And?" Selene said. "His name is Volkov. Viktor Volkov." Damon turned the glass in his hands. "Eastern European. Old money, old connections, old enemies. He's been at war with Craven for four years."

Luciano Salvatore. He stood there, utterly calm, his eyes glinting with amusement as he blocked my escape. “Running off without saying hello to your ex-boyfriend? And your savior?” His smile was sharp, almost cruel, his fangs catching the faint light glinting with crimson and I shut my eyes while shaking my head as I tried not to determine the fate of the vampire he had stormed off with. But it was obvious, Salvatore had killed him. My breath hitched. “Thank you,” I muttered, my voice barely audible. He wasn’t going to kill me—that much I was sure of. But his presence alone sent a chill down my spine.

Though someone may have complained about the lack of vitality. However, something unexpected hit Dante when one day, a woman came to his door with a child claiming that he was his father. There was no way that Dante would admit it because he didn't believe in women anymore when his mother left, not to mention the pure pleasure from fresh. But the DNA test left him speechless. The woman asked for quite a lot of money and left without any hesitation, she was soon gone again as if she never appeared. If it wasn't because of the child standing lively in front of him, Dante would consider all this as a dream, a nightmare. He tried to figure out how he and the woman had the child but all he got wa

"The pure blood of a primordial werewolf. But, just the same, the blood of a pure Primord vampire is lethal to a Primord wolf." ******* Third Person POV Damian sat on the passenger's side. His elbow prompted on top of the window of the suv as he stares out through his dark aviator shades. "Two years....I gave her a bit over two years to rest. Now, I'm coming for you my lovely. Rest assure! I will either take you home, or take your head... but either way, I will have you. You're mine Selene! You must be mine!" He gritted his teeth. Clenched his jaw as his hand fisted tightly turning his knuckles white.