Vampire Damon Salvatore Novels & Stories

"Most people have already left. There are specifics that Father and Cavallaro need to go over with Salvatore Vitiello. Now there is just Damon and his group." I peered through the gap and had a clear view of the throng of chairs gathered around the fireplace. With his legs crossed and a glass of Scotch in his hand, Damon relaxedly rested against the fireplace's marble ledge. He was sitting next to his brother Matteo, who had his legs apart and a wolfish grin on his face. During dinner, they had called Romero, the second bodyguard, and Cesare to sit in the other recliners. Romero appeared to be around 18 years old, which is the same age as Matteo. By social norms, they are hardly men, but n

“I swear, Damien, that day will be the end of your life. I’ll make sure it’s the worst death you’ve ever known.” His voice dropped to a venomous whisper, each word a dagger. “Don’t even think about running,” he continued, eyes boring into mine like they could reach into my soul and rip it out. “You, of all people, should know I, Salvatore, show no mercy. Even if you hide in the deepest hole, I will fish you out. I will end your entire line.” The threat was both primal and precise—a promise that echoed through my bones. “Don’t try to play me, don’t mess with me, Damien. I repeat—don’t dare me.”

"I'm aware of everything." She is impressed and smiles at him. "Let me handle them for you." Damon winked, turning his attention ahead. "Hello, beautiful." Damon wished. Sophia and her mother look at each other. "My name is Damon Salvatore." He introduced himself. Sophia rolled her eyes. "You must be my aunt, right?" Damon said he was grabbing Sophia's attention. "Aunt, you are very beautiful. "You look like the heroine of a Hollywood movie." Damon flirted while taking control of her.

Anyway, I'm Damon Salvatore, I'm a demon vampire leech on any man's body years by years and I finally came back to find the granddaughter of my beloved Isabelle. "I'm coming my dear Diana!", I whispered as I started to walked inside the campus. Ps. Damon Salvatore is a hybrid demon vampire. He possesses the magic of invisibility and could perform mind travel concentration.

He had bitten his wrist and was putting his blood into his cupped hand. "It won't change you, dumb ass. I won't release the enzymes for change. I'm just offering it to heal you or you can bleed out. Frankly, I don't care, either way, " Damon growled. Grayson was telling him to do it and I watched as the big man drank the blood from Damon's hand and laid back on the couch and sighed. "I still hate vampires," Davorin grunted and Damon laughed. "Well I just saved your life so the nonsense over your father's death is null and void the man murdered my former mate and I believe in vengeance," Damon said firmly and surprisingly the Dire Wolf king nodded and raised his large hand.

Lisanna started telling Cassandra everything she knew. “Those boys following them are Jet Crane, he is a warlock, Liam Wright, a werewolf from the West, and Oliver Hunt, a vampire. Jet currently ranked number 4 while Liam was 5, and Oliver was the second,” Lisanna said. Cassandra listened intently. “And those mean girls are Judith Lockhart, a witch, Krystal Knight, a vampire, and Joana Redwood. Joana was also a vampire and she was obsessed with First,” Lisanna mumbled. She ate the remaining piece for her food while looking fat Cassandra's reaction in front of her.

“Then you decided to keep coming after me. You couldn’t let me go, could you? You had to keep talking, keep trying to make trouble. And now…” He smiled, a slow, dangerous smile that made my stomach turn. “Now I have to remind you who I am. I have to remind you that I am Damien Salvatore. I have to remind you what my family is. I have to remind you of your place.” He leaned in so close I could feel his breath against my cheek. “You’re not even a real Blackwater. And I guess that’s why you act the way you do. But here’s the thing.....” He straightened suddenly, towering over me like a judge delivering a sentence.

He was the almighty vampire, the mercyless and fearless God of war who has killed countless alphas during wars. Damon Salvatore. Only his name can make an alpha pee on his pants. "Calm down Damon, even my son Dorian is Missing with some other girl called Summer, we will find them, just relax." Mr Derek said softly, trying to cool down his angry friend. "You better be fast Derek or else, heads will roll." Mr Damon muttered, anger visibly seen on his face. If anything happens to his son, they will have their selves to blame. "I got a lead sir."

Who would be calling on us this late at night; and unannounced? I dabbed at my lips and waited with the others. Monica returned with two sharp-dressed men. The smaller of the two eyed me with interest. He wore a milk white wool overcoat and an expensive white suit. He was sharp with his slicked black hair and goatee. He also happened to be a powerful Vampire. The taller one was obviously the muscle. He watched us all coolly. "Kim, Se?or Marcelle De La Torre, and his Assistant Paolo," Monica said.

he explains. "Ah, perhaps that's why our father keeps looking for a pure-blooded female vampire so that he can have a pure-blooded daughter, but unfortunately for him, he had four sons," he explained. Really? Can he marry his sister? Is that really how the vampires live? "Please don't get mad at me, but I just want to ask. Why is Sir Darenn's mother mortal?" When I asked him, he sipped his drink before responding. "Aunt Rose is my father's first love," he explained.