Novel & Cerita Vampire Diaries Damon's Death

He turned to look at Damien Damien was one irresponsible vampire that cared not for the life of anyone. Damien's hands were soaked in thousands of people's blood. He literally killed for fun. Watching Damien care for a life for the first time in his existence made Alden question what his connection with the lady was "Bring her" Alden replied and walked out of the room. Damien carried Elsie and followed Alden into another room which had medical instruments in it

Gideon rushed back, face ashen. "My Lord!" he gasped, struggling to catch his breath. "There's been an attack on the northern border! Serena... she took a car to leave coven territory. A group of hunters ambushed the vehicle at the crossing point." His next words fell like stones: "The patrol found the wreckage. No survivors. The hunters..." he swallowed hard, "they left nothing to find." The ceremony fell silent. The joy drained from Damien's face so quickly it was as if someone had pulled a plug, leaving him a shade of white more terrifying than any vampire's pallor.

Raphael said and supersped away leaving Dorian who walked briskly to where his dad was being treated He stopped on his tracks as he heard some familiar voices coming from the ward and thanks to his supernatural ears,he was able to hear their discussion without much stress "Tomorrow is the sixth day Derek,the same day the abomination will arise we are doomed Derek,we are Doomed!!" Dorian could clearly hear the panic in Mr Damon voice "I don't know what to do Damon, Dorian is in love with her,I can't just kill her" Derek slowly said as he was still weak, fortunately for him the doctors were able to remove the Poison from his body before it's reaches his heart "Screw love Derek,we are talking a

Damon blinked rapidly, still disoriented as his eyes flickered between them. “Why does it feel like I’ve been torn apart and stitched back together?” he said weakly. “And why are you both crying?” Mara let out a shaky laugh through her tears. “Because you died, you idiot.” “I…what?” “You died,” Pascal repeated softly. “Elena said you died in a gas chamber. Elias.” Memory came rushing into Damon all at once and he remembered all the horror in that dreadful chamber…Elena screaming his name in despair. The burning in his lungs. The darkness bearing down on him.

“Are you crazy?” Dana said to Derick. “So, in your bid to make her see the importance of patience, you try to kill her?” “Relax Dana, she’s an immortal, she can’t die.” “I expected better from you Derick, you know how important blood is to us as vampires. No vampire can survive without it. But instead of telling her that, you choose to lie to her. What if she had surprised you and tore down that roof? What would you have said?”

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.

Vera's body convulsed and crumbled to the forest floor, her eyes staring into the void. Damien, witnessing his companion's demise, hissed with rage and desperation. He launched a final, desperate assault, fueled by his undying thirst for power. But Marcus, empowered by his connection to the forest, met him head-on. The clash of their forces was cataclysmic, the very ground beneath them quaking with the intensity of their battle. With a mighty swipe, Marcus sent Damien sprawling backward. As the vampire scrambled to regain his footing, Marcus seized the opportunity. In one fluid motion, he drove a silver blade deep into Damien's heart, ending the vampire's existence with finality.

And if that was true Then Matteo didn’t need either of them alive after tonight. Damon’s mouth went dry. “Viktor.” Matteo didn’t raise his voice. Didn’t need to. Viktor drew the gun. And this time, there was no performance in it. No bluff. No paperwork. No stage. Just death. Luca moved instantly, shoving Damon hard toward the tree line And the first shot rang out. Damon hit the mud hard and rolled. Rain, dirt, impact. Then another shot cracked through the trees. Luca was already moving despite the blood loss, grabbing Damon by the back of his jacket and dragging him behind a fallen pine trunk just as bark exploded where Damon’s head had been.

But this time he wasn’t pretending to be okay and she wasn’t pretending not to notice. She sat beside him. He showed her the letter again. The part about his mother. She read it and felt the fury move through her and didn’t try to make it smaller. “He loved her,” Damon said. “In whatever broken way he was capable of. And he killed her anyway.” “Yes.” “Because she was leaving.” “Yes.” He leaned his head back against the cabinet. “What does that make me.” She looked at him. “His biology,” she said. “Nothing else.”

and she crumpled to the floor. Six months later, Chloe sat by the window, staring into the night. Damian slipped in beside her, his face pale and drawn. "Elijah’s gone," he said quietly. "He was out there… and now he’s dead too." Chloe’s hands tightened on the armrest. "How many more will we lose? Did you reach out to Lucas?" "Yeah," Damian replied. "He said no wolves have been hit yet. Mom, I think this thing, it’s targeting vampires specifically. But witches are dying too."