Vampire Diaries Damon Salvatore Novels & Stories

Unable to keep his eyes open any longer, they fluttered closed as his head fell to the side, his body loosened, his chest fell flat and his heart stopped beating. … "The next thing I knew, I woke up in some worn out bedroom at the top of some English tavern with Demitri standing above me. I knew I shouldn't have woken, so I questioned him and… Well, here I am. A vampire." Harley's eyes were wide with horror and her mouth opened in the shape of an O. She closed it again, biting her lip. She stayed silent and stood up. He stood up top, thinking that she had decided to leave. Instead, she did the last thing he ever expected her to do. She threw her arms around him in a hug, embracing him tightl

"Oh, okay. But I think I have first dibs on being stressed out right now. But you're still all right in my book, Damien. Romans invented the art of love. That's rich!" Mark was laughing, trying not to spill his coffee. Elena was looking at the two of them and getting a little irritated. She could only hear one side of the conversation and what Mark was saying didn't make much sense. But it was great how he had figured out that Damien was a werewolf and that there wasn't anything to get overly freaked out about. At least that part was going according to her plan. However, her lover and her new friend were hitting it off right away. Excluding her from the conversation. She had to admit, it mad

“When everything comes out and is revealed, your father won’t think twice about the alliance with Drake’s pack. Give it some time, but I’m not letting you leave here until the dust settles and I know you are safe. When you first go back, I’m coming with you and probably my father. Your pack and Drake’s will have no other option than to listen to what we say and follow what we tell them.” My eyebrows knot together, and I pull my head back and stare up at him. His face gives me a confidence and an authority I haven’t seen before in him. A list of facts starts streaming through my mind. He isn’t a werewolf, but a lycan. He isn’t a healer, but his blood heals me. None of this makes any se

I gulped down into nothing as I heard his cold and dominant voice. "Damon, why are you doing this to me? Why are you staying away from me? Try to believe me that nothing happened," "I'm your mate for crying out loud,"I yelled, seeing that he didn't reply. "That's the reason why I haven't killed you,"he said coldly, and my heart skipped in fear. What! Kill? I looked at Victoria, who left Damon's side, and walked up to me with an angry look on her face. "And who gave you the permission to address him as Damon?"she asked, and I scoffed, crossing my arm under my breasts.

Just tell me who owns this freaking sperm. He swallowed hard. “I-It’s Damien Green, Miss Salvador. Please accept our compensation.” Damien Green?! My mind was suddenly clouded with curses, confusion and questions. Of all people, why him? And… he’s a VIP here? Was he donating or selling his sperm? Or trying to get a baby of his own? I knew that Damien adored children... I squeezed my eyes closed as my lips parted. Memories of us promising together came rushing in my mind. "After we finish our studies, I'll immediately marry you."

“Then you decided to keep coming after me. You couldn’t let me go, could you? You had to keep talking, keep trying to make trouble. And now…” He smiled, a slow, dangerous smile that made my stomach turn. “Now I have to remind you who I am. I have to remind you that I am Damien Salvatore. I have to remind you what my family is. I have to remind you of your place.” He leaned in so close I could feel his breath against my cheek. “You’re not even a real Blackwater. And I guess that’s why you act the way you do. But here’s the thing.....” He straightened suddenly, towering over me like a judge delivering a sentence.

You find out the people who really care about you and will never leave your side no matter what. That is Damon to me. Nancy. My mom. And Davien. The rest of the world no longer matters to me. Damon kisses me slowly and then fast, dipping his tongue in, nibbling, and tugging my bottom lip. “I love you too,” he whispers, only for my ears to hear between kisses. “I like her,” Salvatore chimes again, laughing while shaking his head. “You chose her very well, mio amico.” He pops off the wine and lifts it. “This should be a reason for yet another celebration, shouldn't it?”

It only made Damon's hold to tighten on the rail of the verendah. ..... "Your highness " Salvatore's voice came up but he didn't move his gaze from the scene he was watching downstairs. Salvatore stood by the king. He saw what the King was looking at. "They seem very close, my king " Salvatore spoke. Damon said no words. His face was cold and unreadable. "I heard they both trained under the same master, Daphne. Daisy must be really good at swordmanship" Salvatore commented. "She's quiet good " Damon admitted and he hate to admit that fact. He was surprised she could get Kian down with just a scream. She's a very powerful werewolf and would have probably make a great Luna if perhaps her mate

For a moment, the silence pressed on my chest, and I looked around for a way out of this place. Then I heard him. Alpha Dominic Salvatore, standing by the window, his back to me. The moonlight caught the edges of his frame, broad shoulders, tense posture, veins flexing down his arms. “You should have knelt,” he said, voice sharp as the blade at his hip. “Even the idea of you speaking back the way you did should have gotten you killed.” “Then why didn’t it?” I asked, testing him. “I wouldn’t have minded. I would have been free of all this.”

"Do you know them?" Dante asked Dae in an emotionless tone reading papers of business. "No, I don't. " Dae answered. "The big man came to get the little one and they wanted to give me some...companion." "Fine. Do you like it, the companion?" "..." Without having an answer, Dante didn't ask more and continued to mind his own business. The little Dae looked out the window counting the raindrops. It seemed that he was enjoying more the silence.