Vampire Diaries Damon's Death Novels & Stories

“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?

The wire thrummed as it moved, violently embedding into Damon’s flesh and destroying everything in his path. And it all ended when Raymond held Damon's cock and used one of his daggers to cut it. Damon convulsed, but the loss of blood was too severe, and soon his eyes lost all glimmer of life. Oscar picked up his cock and tossed it at Alessandra’s feet, signaling that his fate would be equal to or worse than that of his brother.

He sneered, his claws pricking my skin through my shirt. "So, be a good girl and tell me. Where is Cathy?" I laughed, my eyes wet. "She really is dead, you know. Last night. Wolfsbane. She died in agony, covered in blood." "If you don't believe me, go check. You're capable of that, aren't you, Damon? Or are you too busy with your stepmother to care that your mate is dead?" The hand gripping my collar tightened, but I stared back unflinchingly. His rage and my calm were like two sides of an unbridgeable chasm.

Damon steps to me, attempting to embrace me. I take a step back away from him to let him know that is not happening at this moment. He lets his arms fall to his side and sighs heavily. "Leena, do you know what just happened?" I roll my eyes at him. Duh, I'm not stupid, despite what he may be thinking at this moment. "Yes, of course I know. Damon got killed by a simulation hybrid and my wolf began to shift, and then she stopped. But it's fine. I'M fine."

A low, rolling growl rose from the darkness. Young Elena slowed. Her fingers tightened around Kolia’s. “It’s okay,” he said. “He’s just hungry. He won’t hurt us.” Before they could get any closer, another boy ran into the garden from the opposite path. Damien. But he was young. Even as a child his features were already recognizable,the same strong jaw, the same dark eyes that would one day look at me with both love and distance. He was slightly taller than Kolia, his hair a little lighter, his expression already carrying the sharp edge of someone who expected the world to move the way he wanted.

a grim reaper reported. "What did you say? Did you say, Zanea?" his eyes widened in fear as he looked at the grim reaper. The man bent down his knees and frowned, "Yes, archangel. His name was written in the list," he responded and his heart sank to realized that Zanea was the one who killed the Vampire.

"It was two years ago. Her and my dad were on a hunt, my dad was busy fighting and they were severely outnumbered. One of them got to my mom before she could fight back." Mason's heart dropped at her answer. He'd been expecting something along those lines but he had a horrible feeling that it wasn't just any vampire who'd killed her mother. Demitri had been seeking his revenge on that family for centuries and ever since he'd discovered them in the city a couple of years back, he'd been plotting against them. "When was this?" He asked with worry. "Hey! It's my turn now!" "Oh yeah. Go on then." "Before tonight, have you ever killed someone?" She asked, bringing back her earlier question.

“Damon is alive” Alexander spits out the water he was drinking and stares at me in disbelief “You cannot be serious, we saw what Charlie did to him, I checked his pulse” That I didn’t disagree with “Damon is a Lycan” He looks at me with his eyes wide, he almost looks scared “You can only kill a Lycan by taking off their head” I nod as he makes the connection “Do you think Kiwi knows?” “Unlikely, she seemed just as pleased to see Damon dead”

Noah growled, his voice dropping to a deadly whisper. Damon scrambled backward on his hands and knees, his silver hair soaked in dark blood. He looked up at Noah, his face finally breaking with true terror. "Noah... wait. I am your godfather. I raised you. Your father would not want this." "My father is dead because of you," Noah said, his voice calm and icy. "And my brother is dead because of you." Noah reached down, his large hand wrapping around Damon’s head. With one brutal twist, a loud, sickening crack echoed through the room. Damon’s crimson eyes snapped shut, his body going limp for good.