Vampire Diaries Damon Salvatore Novels & Stories

He smiles, “I don’t want to scare you off, Alice. I just wanted to convince you that I was there, I was the one that saved you and not the other way around. I would never hurt—“ I cut him off, “—it’s okay. I understand and I’m not scared. I just want to know more,” “Of course. You can ask me anything and I’ll be truthful,” “How old are you, Damon?” Damon is no way more than his early 30s. The way he carries himself, the way he dresses and the way he speaks, it wouldn’t cause any suspicion. However, there is just something in his gaze. As if he has been through years or even centuries as the world folds into a different era. He moves slower, he takes his time in the words he speaks. I am conf

He smirks as whatever he is going to do with them runs in his mind. The Vampire wanting to feel more like a human walks on the road slowly. He smiles as he remembers how beautiful his Life was until he turned into a blood sucking monster because of a devil named Darcy. The innocence of his has left his heart because of the brutal impact on his heart and his body but then he is missing that innocence in him. He is missing the feeling of being just a human being with no supernatural powers. If given a chance then he would go back to him being a human but then that is not at all possible. He is walking on the road when he feels a fresh human fruity fragrance hit his nose. He sees a beautiful hu

Idiot! "I don't fall in love," I make it clear, even if it's not entirely true. Damon Salvatore* got into my little heart from the first moment I saw him. "It's a waste of time and my time is very valuable. I save human lives, I can't sigh around the corners like a rube. You have to know how to love me and believe me, the man who can even try it hasn't been born yet." "Whoa!" Now he does show his perfect teeth as he exclaims somewhat amazed, though the gesture is left with a twisted expression and a touch... sinister. "A tough girl. I like it."

“You seem far more interested in Caravaggio’s chiaroscuro than in a mind-numbing conversation about hedge fund portfolios.” The voice materialized directly behind her. Deep. Smooth. Italian accent threading through flawless English like a slow pour of whiskey. Damn it. She didn’t rush to turn. She counted to three. Took a measured sip of champagne. Then turned—controlled, unhurried—and found Dante Salvatore standing directly in front of her. At this proximity, he was far more dangerous. And what was most threatening wasn’t his power—it was the way he looked at her. He was seeing Elena. Not scanning her body the way every other man had. Seeing her.

It was like everyone had disappeared. He was 6'0. His skin was pale and pinkish. His lips looked bloodied and his shoulder-length hair was as dark as midnight matching his eyes. He had a silver necklace, which was odd because he was a vampire. His fangs were out. He wore a see-through red satin-like dress shirt with black leather pants. Velda couldn't take her eyes off him even as he walked away. She knew that she had found her mate. Salvatore became an anchor to the Crazy, Angry wolf/human he would later nickname Vixen.

And they all seemed to be frowning. Wordlessly, I stepped in, Jacob following suit, and closing the door quietly behind him. Taking my seat, I smoothened my fingers down my suit and looked around the U-shaped table expectantly. Someone cleared their throat at the table, and my gaze fell on Salvatore at the far end of the table, very sure it was only him who could do that. “You’ve kept us waiting again, Damon Vyon,” he spat, a disapproving expression on his face. “You might not know this, but this is very disrespectful, and you repeatedly doing it is even more disrespectful.”

“Feel that? I’m breeding you. This cunt is full of me now.” Elena moaned as she felt him pulsing inside her, the warmth making her shiver with another small orgasm. They stayed locked together for a long moment, breathing hard, foreheads pressed together, eyes still connected. Damon kissed her softly, then gently pulled out. A thick stream of his cum leaked from her ruined pussy and ran down her thigh. “Come here,” he said tenderly, lifting her into his arms. “Let me take care of you now.” He carried her to the luxurious bathroom, ran a warm bath with soft lights. Damon undressed her slowly, kissing every mark he’d left. He lowered her into the water and joined her, pulling her back against

Overnight, the Bloodmoon Pack had new trouble. Damon’s room was destroyed. He had smashed everything he could. He looked coldly at his furious parents and at Victoria, who held her daughter and sobbed as if she would faint. “Let me go,” he said. “Let me find her. Otherwise I will go rogue. Consider yourselves without a son.” His eyes began to change color, the first sign of his wolf breaking free. Even though Damon had read Lena’s letter many times, he still stubbornly believed his parents had forced her to leave.

The first manifestation of pregnancy that most Vampires have is sleepwalking, a mental breakdown then beginning to gradually lose awareness and memories. While making love at that time, Phoebe was bloodthirsty and tried to bite Louis' shoulder to drink blood, it was not because she was too hungry to take the risk nor because Phoebe was too hateful of Louis to attack him. Phoebe's action at that time was to create a "mate" link with Louis, but… Louis refused this connection by brutally beating Phoebe and causing her already weakened spirit to become even more damaged pity and fear for him.

He had bitten his wrist and was putting his blood into his cupped hand. "It won't change you, dumb ass. I won't release the enzymes for change. I'm just offering it to heal you or you can bleed out. Frankly, I don't care, either way, " Damon growled. Grayson was telling him to do it and I watched as the big man drank the blood from Damon's hand and laid back on the couch and sighed. "I still hate vampires," Davorin grunted and Damon laughed. "Well I just saved your life so the nonsense over your father's death is null and void the man murdered my former mate and I believe in vengeance," Damon said firmly and surprisingly the Dire Wolf king nodded and raised his large hand.