Novel & Cerita Vampire Diaries Damon Salvatore

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

From the moment he stepped it was obvious she rather be unsaved then to be saved by him. "Mate? Then who is this?" Without even glancing at Alpha's Luna, he questioned denying whatever the story he was actually thinking to bubble up. "She's my chosen Luna, an Alpha Blood, an omega can't run a pack and stand beside me. But she's my mate." Caius scoffed staring at Dante like he was a dirt of earth. "So you need a woman to run your pack? An Alpha can't handle his pack without a woman? I thought better of you Alpha Dante." Dante gritted his teeth feeling a surge or shame and embarrassment for the first time.

“Vova, we need to secure the perimeter. This was a diversion. He’s buying time.” I ignored him. I reached for Irina’s hand, clasping her cold, unresponsive fingers. “Damon Salvatore took my wife and my sons,” I vowed, staring into my mother's vacant, peaceful face. “And he killed the last piece of my humanity. He wanted a blood sacrifice to cover his tracks. He will get an apocalypse in return.” I stood up, the pain in my chest no longer sorrow, but a granite-hard focus. The grief was now weaponized.

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.

he said. " You, go check further!" I said to one of my men. He nodded and walked before us. We followed him through the darkness of the tunnel. I never thought that they outwitted me. I'm Damon Salvatore, one of the Hybrid demon vampire in centuries then someone like them, human, dared to humiliated me. I gritted my teeth and clinched my fist. It's okay, besides Thamer was with me. I had a plan. T had to find Thamer's number to contact his girlfriend.

No, it couldn’t be… The door opened, and through the downpour, a tall figure stepped out, dark coat whipping in the wind. Even before I saw his face, I knew. My breath hitched.. I turned away, desperately trying to run but my weak legs gave me out. “Running away again?” My body froze. That voice. Low, smooth and unbothered, crawled down my spine. Damien Salvatore. It was him again. Did I owe this man in my past life? He walked closer, every step precise and deliberate. The rain rolled off his coat like it feared touching him. “Did you really think I wouldn’t find you?” His tone was calm, almost gentle but his eyes told a different story. Cold, controlled, yet dangerous.

“But—But I love them! No matter what, they are my first mates and I will always love them. I can't help it. If you kill them, then you'll kill me too. I can't live without them. You know what I am for goodness sake! You can't do this to me. Get me out of here. Just let me go and I won't speak a word about all of this.” “And you think I'm terrified of your so-called mate?” He uttered in disgust. “I guess you don't know who I am. Yet.” He grabbed my chin, turning me to face him. “I am Damien Varian, The lord of vampires.” He said with a twisted smile, yet his eyes were so cold and emotionless.

"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.

Others hadn’t. Salvatore raised his hand and pointed. “Damon, step forward.” Gasps filled the room. Damon was a tall young man with wide shoulders and clear eyes. He looked shocked. “M-me?” Damon asked. “Yes,” Salvatore said. “You’ve worked hard. You’ve been loyal. And you’ve shown me that you care about this pack.” Damon slowly walked forward. He looked nervous. “I don’t know if I deserve this,” Damon said softly. “You do,” Salvatore replied. “And if anyone wants to challenge it, speak now.”

And now, here he was, striding toward me with that ever-infuriating smirk, as if he owned the damn place. Damien Salvatore. The quarterback of Bar Harbor High. My rival. And more importantly, the future Alpha of WoodlandHunters, the pack that bordered ours. “Caleb,” he drawls, his voice thick with amusement, hands tucked casually into the pockets of his coat. “I was just in the neighborhood, so I thought I’d drop by. See how you’re preparing for our annual match.”