Vampire Damon Salvatore Novels & Stories

It fell in a loose, tousled mass of blonde about her face. "You're not," Damien groaned. "My wife is." "And she isn't here." The woman's fingers pulled down his underwear. His cock sprang out into his hands. "You're not a vampire," Damien answered as she stroked his cock. "But what are you?" "Salvation," she answered. "If you just give in and sin a little." The woman leaned over, her blonde hair spilling across his crotch, and swallowed his cock into her hungry lips. Damien groaned as she sucked. All thought of fighting her went out of his mind as the pleasure rushed up to the tip of his cock.

Right in the middle of the mansion was a group of vampires, with blood splattered all over their grinning faces. "What are you doing here?" Ares barked at them. Czar including the rest of the guards stared at him with shock. Why was he questioning them instead of attacking them? What was wrong with their Alpha? "I'm here for my love, Lenora baby, come to me." The bulkier vampire, the one who was their leader spoke up. A tiny smirk on his bloodstained lips. Salvatore. That was his name. A longtime enemy of Ares. Ares who was standing in front of a trembling Lenora got into a defensive stance. "She's not going anywhere. What do you want from us, Salvatore?"

he roars, his eyes wild with rage. Sylvie steps out from behind the curtains, her presence a confusing addition to the chaos. Damon’s face shifts from confusion to recognition, his rage turning toward her. “You? You did this?” Damon leaps at Sylvie, his anger turning him into a force of nature. But just as he is in midair, Dane appears, his knife gleaming in the dim light. With a sickening twist, he drives the knife into Damon’s heart. Damon falls to the ground, his blood mingling with Sophia’s.

The hurt in his blue orbs,the shallow breaths he took and the sad smile which finally thugged at his lower lip. She finally realized the worth of her words on the night of her escape. Yes she has brought the vampires to their knees and made her people happy but her happiness went along,it vanished into thin air and this made her shiver. .. .. “Arise,arise” the witch chanted over Damien’s injured body,he looked like someone who had been ravaged by beasts but nevertheless,the witch singsong over his body, passing hot coals and portions over his head before he slowly came back to live.

It fell in a loose, tousled mass of blonde about her face. "You're not," Damien groaned. "My wife is." "And she isn't here." The woman's fingers pulled down his underwear. His cock sprang out into his hands. "You're not a vampire," Damien answered as she stroked his cock. "But what are you?" "Salvation," she answered. "If you just give in and sin a little." The woman leaned over, her blonde hair spilling across his crotch, and swallowed his cock into her hungry lips. Damien groaned as she sucked. All thought of fighting her went out of his mind as the pleasure rushed up to the tip of his cock.

The aura that Damien gave off was extremely dark as well as terrifying. This was the first time for Saveroth, the three vampire nobles who came with him namely Leonte Aur Vigoldi, George Jovan Rafferty, and also Marcin Osya, several high-level vampires, as well as hundreds of lower-level vampires saw Damien's Dracula form. “[Lastly … ]” Damien's voice that overlapped with the hundreds of voices of souls lost in the abyss of death was also the first time it sounded to all of them. "[... It's because you called me Lord ...]"

the stranger said with a smirk in his face. " Excuse me! " Nina replied not understanding anything. " Well, seems like my brother forgot about my arrival and you're the only one to help me keep company now " the stranger said. " But whose your brother? "Nina asked confused. " oh yeah I totally forgot to introduce myself, I'm the one and only Stephen Salvatore, Damon's half brother " Stephen said clearing Nina's confusion. " Oh Stephen I'm so sorry. I didn't recognize you, Damon never told me you were coming" Nina said embarrassed.

He smirks as whatever he is going to do with them runs in his mind. The Vampire wanting to feel more like a human walks on the road slowly. He smiles as he remembers how beautiful his Life was until he turned into a blood sucking monster because of a devil named Darcy. The innocence of his has left his heart because of the brutal impact on his heart and his body but then he is missing that innocence in him. He is missing the feeling of being just a human being with no supernatural powers. If given a chance then he would go back to him being a human but then that is not at all possible. He is walking on the road when he feels a fresh human fruity fragrance hit his nose. He sees a beautiful hu

"When you ask me that, I usually don't know what to say." "What's your full name?" "Damon Salvatore," He said with a smile. "Italian, huh," I nodded at him with a smile. I knew. He had the features. The trim figure, olive skin, dark hair, characteristic razor sharp jawline, aquiline nose and lastly, the natural charm and charisma. "I can see why," No wonder he had this pull. He exuded so much confidence. He didn't even have to act it. It was a part of him.

For one suspended, unbearable second, no one moved. Then the driver’s door opened. A figure stepped out into the rain. Tall. Lean. Silhouetted by the headlights. Damon’s stomach dropped. Because even through the storm and the distance He recognized him. Viktor. Alive. And not alone. Th e rear passenger door of the SUV opened slowly. Another figure stepped out. Calm. Elegant. Shoulders straight despite the blood and soot. Damon’s breath turned to ice. Matteo Laurent.