Vampire Diaries Damon Vs Stefan Novels & Stories

He looked at his raven black hair that had started to grow past his standard length and made a mental note on getting a haircut. Venus opened the door that led into Damon’s room. She had woken up early to leave Noir a message to throw off any suspicion. She walked in to find Damon pulling a wide beater down his chest. Of course, she didn’t miss the physique that screamed hours of dedication in the gym. She blushed, this was very embarrassing. “I won’t be cocky and say you should take a picture, but we both know you should”, he said with a smirk. “Trust me, I’ve seen better”, Venus retorted professionally hiding the fact she was lying. That seemed to get under Damon’s skin. Who had she been l

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

(Damian’s POV) I stood under the silent, imposing showerhead, letting the freezing water hammer against my skin. It was the only thing that could cut through the internal fire and the scent of Logan that clung to me—a scent that was now pure, aggressive validation of my dominance. The raw intensity of the encounter had served its purpose: the terror in Logan’s eyes was replaced by a cold, desperate acceptance of my control, and the raging strength in his body had been temporarily spent.

open its belly. Steaming guts spilled onto the ground in slippery ropes. He finished by tearing out the throat in a final fountain of blood that soaked his fur dark red. The garden was now a slaughter yard scattered limbs, pools of blood gleaming under the red moon, the metallic stench thick in the air. Damien shifted back to human form, naked, glistening with sweat and enemy gore. His cock remained rock-hard, smeared with blood. He looked up at Monalisa in the doorway, eyes burning with possessive lust, he leaped back up in one powerful bound and grabbed her by the throat, slamming her against the tall library window overlooking the carnage below. Look what Daddy did for you, baby girl, he

“Perhaps we are to go against each other this time, or choose which faction we don’t want going forward.” “That won’t be a problem,” Orin muttered, glaring openly at the vampires. “I believe there’s one faction we can all agree we hate.” “Keep dreaming, witch-boy,” Damian spat. Then his gaze shifted, locking on a familiar face. His grin widened. “Ohhh… didn’t think I’d find you here.” Maya stiffened, her eyes narrowing into daggers. “Fuck off, unless you’re itching for another round.” “Oh, I undoubtedly am,” Damian said, his fangs lengthening, claws sharpening. He took a step forward. “We can go anytime, love.”

“Vampires? Are you fucking serious right now?” “Never mind,” I said quickly, heat flooding my face. “Forget I asked.” “No, no, hold on.” Jeff was still grinning, wiping his eyes. “You want to know if I’ve seen vampires? Yeah, man. I’ve seen a whole fucking lot of them.” My blood turned to ice. “What?” “In Vampire Diaries,” he said, completely oblivious to the mini heart attack he’d just given me. “Damon Salvatore? Stefan? You seriously need to watch better TV, dude. That show’s fucking gold.”

"Love you? I would better dig Marilyn Monroe's grave and make out with her." Damien opened the car door and got in first. "That's enough. You can flirt with each other again when our work is done." "Hey, who is flirting with who?" Reinhardt protested. Alexis stepped past Reinhardt and sat next to Damien, while Reinhard sat in the back seat. Today, precisely tonight, they will carry out a hunt for a noble vampire named Vincent Von Dutch. One of the vampire aristocrats who hate Damien’s existence the most. If it had to be compared, maybe Damien was one level higher than the other vampire nobles in terms of fighting ability. Of course, with the ability to manipulate time, stopping time for four

“Speaking of Kate… she’s from a good family. Strong pack. Ambitious. She might actually be a good match for you. You both understand the game. You should consider it. Become partners.” There was a stunned silence on the other end of the line. Then Stefano burst out laughing, but it was a harsh, humorless sound. “You must be joking. First, I dislike she-wolves who are much younger than me. They’re exhausting. All that entitlement and drama. Second, and more importantly, she isn’t my fated mate. I’m not you, Damon. I don’t chase ghosts or settle for politically convenient stand-ins. If I’m going to have an heir, it will be with a woman who is mine, in every sense the moon intended. Not some sp

"Smart man. At least one of you understands." Damon ignored him, focusing on the Lupus Dominus. "I accept the challenge. I'll fight Kyle for the right to mate with Lyra." "Brother, please," Damian tried again. "Think about this. What if—" "What if I lose?" Damon shrugged. "Then Kyle gets what he came for. But if I win, this ends. No more challenges. No more interference." The difference between the brothers was stark. Damian still believed in finding peaceful solutions, in negotiating and compromising. But Damon had moved past that. He was ready to bleed for Lyra if necessary.

I wouldn't be able to stop this one. Damien and Dorian met in the middle of the open space that should have been my death place. They moved so quickly that I could barely register their movements as they slashed at and tore into each other, Dorian in a partial shift and Damien in his human form. It only took me a few seconds to notice that Damien was playing with him. He was way stronger than Dorian and was just drawing the fight out to satisfy his bloodlust. He caught Dorian by the shirt and fling him to the ground hard enough that he ripped open his shirt.