Novel & Cerita Vampire Diaries Damon Vs Stefan

Damien shoved it away as, 'a savage ritual to prove his power' and Nate agreed. "Maybe you should participate this time, bro. You're the oldest vamp and hence the most powerful. I'd love to see Alex get his ass kicked by you," Nate suggested, managing to draw a smile over his face. Another smirk appeared on Damien's face but he shook his head, "I don't make rules, Nate. I break them."

He huffed. — Damon had trudged through the woods long enough to trail the path back to Nadia’s home. He still didn’t even know her name, but he took her blood mercilessly. Such a selfish thing to do, he thought, scolding himself. But the smell of her skin and warm ESA of her blood was intoxicating-a glorious drug. It fed him happily, filled his strength and relaxed him just so. Something about her made him want to dive in again but he quickly shook the thoughts away. He’d kill her if he did it again.

I answered glaring at the man. “As far as it concerns you; you being alive didn’t break off our mating bond. It merely created unwanted issues…” the man glared at me, Damien vampire sped toward the man, pinning him against the wall. My eyes were fixed on mum whose heart raced as she took in the scene before her eyes. She knew that Damien was a whole lot stronger that her mate was, and being a lycan, even I had an advantage over them.

But if the opportunity came of Damion lunging at me, I would much prefer Justin confronting the brunt of it. Justin threw me an irritated look, “She’s busy tonight.” “Aw, too bad.” Damion had a spark in his eyes “Hopefully your training won't ruin her. I like her spirit.” He purred flashing some fangs my way. He was a vampire. Vampires had killed my father and a few humans. All they ever did was feed off of innocents and kill for sport. They are monsters always having a trick up their sleeves. I reminded myself anger beginning to crawl back up my spine, how dare he even suggest us being in a room together.

Thich blue and purple veins surrounded his eyes as his fangs extended…A vampire. "I guess we all lost the bet huh…who could have guessed vampire? I was so damn sure it was a dragon ,this is honestly a big let down…disappointment of the century," I couldn't help but agree with Damien… as much as I love hunting monsters I have to admit,I love being right even more. "Well…well… I have to ask , how does a blood sucking leach such as yourself cause such damage?," *Slap!* "Ouch!" Damien was not one to accept any insults about vampires slide which forced me to change my wording as I awkwardly chuckled the slap off.

"You're tripping if you think you can take on me, I'm an elder. I'll bet you've never fought one like me before. Oh well, I'll educate you as I kill you." Harley squinted her eyes shut as his grip around her throat tightened, but what she hadn't expected was for Julian to come racing into the room and plow straight into Demitri, sending both vampires tumbling to the ground. She gasped as the air rushed back into her lungs and gripped the stake in her hand even tighter. As soon as he flipped Julian to the ground, she thrust the stake into the elder vampire's flesh and this time twisted it. Demitri screamed and Julian kicked him away before jumping back to his feet. "What are you-" She began,

And when Akira stabbed the dark damphir’s heart, a sharp object she did not foresee came flying towards her. And what blocked that attack was none other than Leon. *craaash! It was an attack from another damphir. There was a total of three damphir. *bang! *bang! The remaining damphir slumped on the ground. “Are you guys okay?” Loren, who had multiple bruises on her face, asked after killing the remaining damphir. “Yeah, I think we’re fine---” Leon couldn’t finish what he was about to say when he finally looked at Akira.

Hovering above him, Damien loomed closer, his eyes glowing brighter with every second, his chest heaving with the intensity of his anger. Stephan spat blood onto the ground, a faint smile curling on his lips despite the pain. “I guess… anger really does take a werewolf’s power to the next level,” he muttered, wiping more blood from his lip. His gaze sharpened as he stared at Damien’s cold, unyielding eyes. “But if you want a real fight… let’s make it more interesting.”

It was all a game, and she would play accordingly. "Sorry, do we know you?" Stefan finally asked him, having stomached enough bullshit from the obstinate but powerful looking man almost seated next to Olivia. He should be angry, because he was finally having dinner with a lady he admires and Damian was trying to sabotage it, but he was not. He was calm and poised, knowing that nothing gets solved with anger. It only complicates matters. "We?" Damian spat as though it was a forbidden word "I guess you both are a 'thing' now?"

The Shepherd slowly drew his sword. A long black blade. Perfectly balanced. Beautiful. Deadly. "I won't let you interfere with Ascension." Damon didn't move. "I don't want to fight you." "You don't have a choice." "Neither do you." For the first time The Shepherd hesitated. Only for a heartbeat. But Damon saw it. So did Luca. There was doubt. Tiny. Fragile. Hidden beneath years of conditioning. Damon stepped forward. "You know she's lying."