Vampire Diaries Damon's Death Novels & Stories

He has curly brown hair, pointy nose, full pink lips, a chiseled jaw and he works out, I can see his muscles through his attire. They all have a sad sad expression on their faces now and I feel bad for them. “I’m so sorry.” I say to them because I genuinely am. I know my mom and I have problems but I don’t think I ever want to lose her. I don’t think I can bare the thought, as annoying as she is. I don’t think. “Uh…May I ask what happened to her? How did she die?” “She was killed by those rogue vampires.” Damon says angrily.

I turned away from them, walking to the windows like I needed to steady myself. “How do you know?” I asked. “The background check,” Matteo said almost rolling his eyes. My eyes closed. June fourth. Of course. Of course it would be today. Damon let out a long breath. “So he was already spiraling.” “And they threw him into a damn river,” I muttered. No wonder he looked like that. No wonder he didn’t say a word. He wasn’t mad. He was mourning. And I hadn’t even asked. A few hours passed.

“The Twilight Court. A hidden world. You’ve been unconscious for a month.” “A month?” She tried to sit up, then gasped and held her chest. The wound was healed, but the scar still hurt. “What happened? I remember… the Beast. The claw. And then…” Her eyes went wide. “Damon. Where is he? Is he—” This was the part I had been afraid of. "“Selene,” I said gently, “I’m so sorry. Damon didn’t make it.” She went completely still. “What?” “The Council killed him during the battle. I tried to save him too, but…” I let my voice shake. “I’m sorry. I could only save you.”

The next second Damien sank his fangs deep into her neck as sucked the blood out of her, he had almost sucked her dry but the driver knocked on the window to refrain him from doing something he might regret, they had seen him leave with the lady. He unwilling let her go as splashes of blood covered his mouth. He usually felt rejuvenated after consuming such fresh blood. Damien got out of the car as he headed to the other car that waited for him. His men knew what to do on such occasions. The driver had the seatbelt on the unconscious lady who had turned pale instantly, Damien had almost killed her, if he had been late by two seconds the poor lady would not be alive. Dan stayed for a while as

"He's going to fuck her every day and every night like the slut she is, and they're going to Australia to spend their lives together after they finish their studies." Damien scowled at him before seizing the hockey stick that was lying next him and hitting him on the back of the head. As he slowly stood up, he continued to attack him and shouted "I will kill you, Motherfucker!" Officers and Venezio arrived a few minutes later, but it was too late; the old bug was dead on the ground. Damien had him on his head, causing internal bleeding, and he died on the spot. Venezio was enraged when he saw Damien, and Damien's face twisted in distaste. Before Venezio was able to attack him, Damien took out t

I murmured, reaching out—but before I could touch him, the memory shattered, and I was thrust back into the present. “Did you just say…Damien?” Teodora’s voice was urgent as she leaned closer, eyes wide. I nodded, shaken. “Yes. He’s…a vampire, tall, and—” Teodora’s face was grim, her voice tight as she interrupted. “I know exactly who he is, Aurora. Annalise killed him.” The room seemed to tilt as her words registered, a chill crawling down my spine. "Wait…killed him? How?"

Serena crumpled to the floor, clutching her throat, coughing violently. Damon turned away. "I'm not going to let you die that easily." His voice was terrifying. "You'll stay here. No one will hear you. No one will come." "When you've suffered everything Ivy suffered, then we'll talk about dying." Serena threw herself forward and grabbed his leg: "Damon! You can't do this to me! I was carrying your pup!" Damon gave a cold laugh. "You killed that pup yourself." He pulled free and walked out without looking back.

"When Toby took that shot at my... decoy... my dear, sweet Magda completely panicked. She spun the illusion to fake my death flawlessly, of course, but when she heard the Blackwood wolves howling for my blood, the paranoid old bat thought we had actually been caught. She thought I was truly dead and that you were coming to drag her to the High Council's torture chambers." Damon casually traced a gloved finger over the rim of a sterile glass vial on the tray. "She fled deep into the mountains and took her own life right there in a damp, pitch-black cave rather than face your interrogation," Damon sneered, his voice completely devoid of any real grief. "A tragic waste of a highly talented witc

“A girl, she grew in ranks and was promising, we adored her, but when she found out about everything, she politely declined and accepted the mark. She was still very devoted to Newblood and Silverclaw afterwards.” “Was?” Nick pressed. “She died several months back.” Damon’s voice was filled with grief. I reached out to put my hand over his. “Stop blaming yourself for that Damon. You never could have stopped that attack.” I comforted him and he gave me a smile through the tear that had spilled out. “We were attacked by rogues, Damon and Stevie led a party and they thought they had gotten them all. He came out of nowhere.” Daniel’s voice was soft. As Carlton stood up to stand behind Damon, put

I could see from his stance how long he had kept this up, but close to ten people still surrounded him—and he wasn’t backing down. I watched as he flung one aside and his body dissolved into ashes. Was that what happened when a vampire dies? I didn’t hesitate. I ran straight into the fight as I saw them closing in on him again. I grabbed the one closest to him and tossed him straight into a tree. “Sorry I’m late,” I called, pulling Damon up. My eyes darted around again—and widened as I watched the man I threw get up like nothing happened. Why didn’t he die?