Vampire Damon Salvatore Novels & Stories

Something she could only imagine existed in books and movies. A pair of red eyes and two long fangs that stuck out of the mouth as though they were always meant to be there. Except there was no blood dripping from his mouth as always described in books. Yet, she was still scared senseless at the sight of a living, vampire right in front of her eyes. He moved closer to her again but this time, she was prepared and understood what he was. She lunged on her feet in fright and prepared to flee. But she had barely moved two steps when that figure appeared in front of her again.

"You're right. Safety might be relative in your situation. But you're not actively being hurt right now. That's a start." "Is it?" Luca looked at her directly. "Because I feel like I'm just waiting for the next bad thing to happen. I feel like this is temporary and any moment someone's going to drag me back to....." His voice cracked. "I can't do this." "Yes, you can. You already are." Downstairs, Dante's phone buzzed. Unknown number. He answered it anyway. "Dante Salvatore." The voice on the other end was heavily accented Russian. "This is Viktor Kozlov. I believe we need to have a conversation."

“You brought me a pet?” I wanted to stumble back as she approached, but it was like my feet were glued in place. Her nails were sharp, deep burgundy against her pale skin as she dragged them over my neck. “Oh such a pretty neck too. Pale and delicate.” She moved fluid grace until she stood behind me, cupping my jaw. “Is she a gift for me, Bastian? You know how I love to play with my food, she looks absolutely stunning in red.” “Mr. Vale,” I gasped, fear clawing through my drunken haze. “What’s going on?”

As Reed climbed up the stairs to the VIP area on the second floor, another figure embraced him in a tight hug, to which Reed reciprocated. "Fancy seeing you here, mate. I thought you've got a girl already." said the man - another muscular looking vampire with hazel eyes, short brown hair and thick eyebrows. "Damon." Reed chuckled, "That's why I'm here. I'm in a pickle right now." Damon put one arm over Reed's shoulder as they walked towards Killian, who held three shot glasses of tequila mixed with pig's blood. They took one glass each and toasted, downing them together.

Love both Boss and Man equally, and if the most powerful vampire leader in the vampires was taking Type as their mate or more look like gave him some sort of Queen tittle, but Jonthan said they hate wolf, so if they actually hate wolf how the hell, they take Type as their mate who was also an wolf in past? Type is a, Vampire Quen had seemed . . . Love both Boss and Man equally, and if the most powerful vampire leader in the vampires was taking Type as their mate or more look like gave him some sort of Queen tittle, but Jonathan said they hate angles, so if they actually hate wolf's how the hell, they take Type as their mate who was also a wolf in past? "Type was a wolf to before turning into

I sat on my swivel chair while leaning my head, “Okay, what is it?” “I saw your wife.” My heart suddenly skipped a beat after I heard my wife’s name, so I asked. “How do you know her? and where did you see her?” “In Ibiza.” “Ibiza? How come she was in Ibiza…all along? Don’t tell that she has been kidnapped by a notorious vampire? Is that what you mean?” I stood up and waited for him to answer me. Damon said. “Yes, and I know who was the one who was behind all of these evil schemes. Salvatore Pete! First, he took my son away from me, and now….he’s with Catalina Sullivan. Your wife, your wife has been missing for three weeks….”

He was their savior, the only reason they were alive and it was their utmost duty to protect him and make sure he comes out alive Few minutes later, their enemies approached with Layla and Ariel leading them. Damien noticed how different she looked, she looked more merciless than she had ever looked, this couldn't have been the girl he took hostage all those years ago, this couldn't be the girl who couldn't even open her mouth to disagree with the Omega of the pack, and worst of all this couldn't be his mate, the woman he allowed himself to fall in love with. This woman he allowed to change his entire life couldn't be the same one that emerged from the shadows with the look of murder in her

No, it couldn’t be… The door opened, and through the downpour, a tall figure stepped out, dark coat whipping in the wind. Even before I saw his face, I knew. My breath hitched.. I turned away, desperately trying to run but my weak legs gave me out. “Running away again?” My body froze. That voice. Low, smooth and unbothered, crawled down my spine. Damien Salvatore. It was him again. Did I owe this man in my past life? He walked closer, every step precise and deliberate. The rain rolled off his coat like it feared touching him. “Did you really think I wouldn’t find you?” His tone was calm, almost gentle but his eyes told a different story. Cold, controlled, yet dangerous.

another council member told me, he had curly black hair, his eyes were grey, I just smirked and told him to try and compel Damon, he did, he tried to compel Damon into assisting my arrest but Damon did not listen, I laughed at them as they stared angrily. "Now, what to do with the three of you?" I said in my best evil voice, Damon smirked squinting his eyes, looking sexy, you know the way he always does (a.n, if you've never watched vampire diaries you should G****e Damon Salvatore, he is a character played by Ian Somerhalder, he is by far the sexiest vampire ever) "Maybe compel them to lock themselves in the dungeon?" Damon suggested, the three council members looked scared, I tapped my chi

Vladimir Salvatore was a ruthless and evil man, taking lives as he seemed fit, he died a gruesome death, Damien strokes his chin from what he remembered he was dragged down to hell by his grandfather, he won't be able to come out even if he wanted to. His grandfather Ulrik Lafayette was a powerful and ruthless vampire, this man Damien hadn't seen him for years. "What there doing won't work, it's just a waste of blood...." Callous nodded but if it wasn't meant for that guy, then it would make even more sense. "What if it wasn't meant for Salvatore, what if it was meant for someone else..." Then it was a big possibility, Damien sighed did they found out about Madeline so sooner. "Do you think.