Vampire Diaries Damon's Death Novels & Stories

The shadow of Evelyn lingered at the edge of the battlefield, her hands clutched to her chest, eyes wide as she watched. Damon stared down at the boy beneath him, the child of a man he’d killed, the echo of a past mistake that had come clawing back to destroy him. And then—he bared his fangs, holding him there, on the cliff’s edge of death.

As soon as the fires die down, he rushes over to me and covers me in a hug and my wall breaks and I keep sobbing. “I don’t want to kill her.” I cry into his arms and he caresses my head, Colton and Ryder look scared as chickens behind Damon. “I know love.” Damon whispers. “I know.”

"I'll make sure you feel dread and regret as you watch everything you've ever wanted be taken away from you. This is just the beginning." "Damon, I should be." "I should have killed you when I had the chance," he mutters to Damon, who chuckles deeply. But one of his men had signaled that reinforcements were arriving. "See you in hell, Killian Grey," Damon said before he hit Killian, knocking him out. He then fled the room, with Killian briefly regaining control of his unconscious, drugged mate before being carried out. That was the last thing he saw before he blacked out.

Damon's deep commanding voice rumbles with a menacing growl as he tightens his grip on the vampire's throat. Coughing, the vampire chuckles dryly. “Must you accept her as your mate? Do you even know who she truly is?” Damon tightens his grip on the vampire's throat, his dark eyes flashing with a lethal warning. “You underestimate the consequences of underestimating me.” he snarls coldly, and with a swift and powerful move, he rips out the vampire's heart, ending his life before he can say any more irritating words. The lifeless body crumples to the ground, and Damon turns to Lana with a protective stance. “Are you alright?”

As soon as I placed my bleeding hand on his lips, Damien spoke up, "She took his beast Dimitri, so he is dead. The vampire is gone. This is how humans look when they die.” I looked back to my dad and he still had made no movement to drink the blood. Soon enough my wound healed, and he still did not move. Then Damien’s word finally registered in my brain and all I saw was red. I got up immediately, despite my body feeling heavy ready to make Seneca pay for killing my father and killing Rebecca. I no longer cared that she was my sister anymore. She asked for this.

The vampire let out an agonized scream, piercing the air with his torment. "AAAHHHHHHHH!" In a macabre twist, Damian wielded the dismembered vampire's arm as a makeshift sword, decapitating him with his own severed limb. The sight was a gruesome testament to Damian's brutality and resourcefulness. The vampire whom Damian had previously thrown rose to his feet, a relentless determination etched on his face as he charged at Damian. Yet, his fate was sealed. In a swift, lethal motion, Damian plunged his dagger-like arm into the vampire's chest, forcefully extracting his beating heart.

I twisted, but it was too late— A blur slammed into the vampire, knocking it off course. Damon. His shoulder took the hit, fingers tearing through his flesh. He grunted, blood soaking his shirt, but he drove his fist into the vampire’s chest, ripping out its heart. The creature crumbled, and Damon staggered, his face pale. “Damon!” I yelled, catching him as he swayed. The last vampire hissed, but Dayton dispatched it with a snap of its neck. The house fell silent, save for our ragged breaths and the drip of Damon’s blood on the floor. Ash coated everything, the stench of death overwhelming.

We were immediately welcomed with the familiar smell of alcohol and God knows what, I scrunch my nose in disgust and pushed my way past a bunch of drunk teens, trust me it wasn't easy. Sophia squeals and quickly walked up the marble stairs to Daniel's house, which one would consider gorgeous, but mine was bigger, I'm not bragging though. I sighed and sluggishly walked up the stairs behind Sophia and Cassie. I instantly regretted why I agreed to coming as soon as I got in, I could have been home in my bean bag chair eating chocolate from my candy pot while watching my favorite series Teen Wolf. I stepped inside with Sophia following her to the bar, I see a few wolves playing beer pong and som

His voice was devoid of emotion, colder than death. “Pour the acid on him. Then burn him alive. Extinguish the fire when his body is sixty percent charred. Drop him near the wild bird reserve, let those wild birds have a feast. Clear the mess after three days. Let him suffer until then.” The command was brutal, final. Rob’s world shattered. His screams turned to desperate begging, pleading for mercy, for a quick death. But Damon didn’t look back. He walked away, Alex at his side, as the men lit the match.