Every morning, Mélisande Cross wakes with another missing hour, another unexplained bruise and two fading wounds hidden beneath her scarf. Every night, Damon Salvatore returns to make her forget him. He only needs the beautiful archivist for her access to Jonathan Gilbert’s journals the final pieces of his plan to free Katherine from the tomb. Compelling Mélisande should have been simple. Feeding from her should have meant nothing. Instead, Damon begins lingering after the bite. Watching becomes wanting. Hunger becomes obsession. And when vervain restores every stolen memory, Mélisande remembers exactly what the monster in her bedroom did to her. She should expose him. She should kill him. She should never crave his mouth on her throat again. But Damon has spent one hundred and forty-five years loving a woman trapped beneath Mystic Falls, and Mélisande may be the only person capable of making him forget her. Or: Damon Salvatore can compel Mélisande to do almost anything except forgive him, trust him or fall in love. For those, he’ll have to beg.
She came to Mystic Falls for a fresh start. Instead, she found vampires, secrets, and Damon Salvatore. In a town where nothing is ever what it seems, she is about to discover that the legends she grew up hearing were never just stories. Mystic Falls was hiding something. And now, so is she..
Klaus Mikaelson has spent a thousand years burying one secret. He thought she was dead. Then she walks into Mystic Falls. The Salvatores don't know who she is. Bonnie can't explain what she feels around her. Katherine is terrified of her name. And Klaus? Klaus knows exactly who she is. Because she isn't a stranger to the Mikaelsons. She's the girl Klaus swore he killed. Now she's back, and doesn’t remember a thing.
Every night, she reports Mystic Falls’ latest “animal attack.” Every night, Damon Salvatore listens. She thinks he’s just the dangerously charming stranger who keeps calling her midnight radio show. He knows she’s unknowingly describing the bodies he leaves behind. What begins with a voice through the static becomes late-night calls, shared songs, dangerous secrets and an obsession Damon can’t switch off. She thinks she’s reporting the story. She doesn’t realise she’s becoming his.
Every time Damon Salvatore dies, she wakes twenty-four hours earlier. As a century-old Heretic, she understands vampires, witchcraft and death better than most. What she cannot explain is why time keeps returning her to 7:13 a.m, or why Damon is beginning to remember lives they never lived. The loop’s origin is only the beginning. Every reset weakens Kai’s prison world, gives Klaus access to discarded timelines and takes another memory of Damon from her. If Damon survives midnight, the spell chooses someone else to die. If Bonnie breaks their connection, one of them may be erased completely. Damon remembers every kiss. She remembers why trusting him is a terrible idea. Neither intends to let the universe decide how their story ends. Damon Salvatore was never supposed to meet her. Now time is killing him to correct the mistake.
Princess Constance Alexandra Wyndham was supposed to spend two weeks in Mystic Falls. Then she met Damon Salvatore. It is 1863, Damon is still human, Katherine Pierce has yet to destroy the Salvatore brothers, and Constance knows nothing of vampires, witches or the horrors hiding beneath Virginia’s polite society. She has a crown waiting for her in England. Damon has a father he cannot please, a war he abandoned and a future neither of them can see coming. Falling for each other was never part of the arrangement. Unfortunately, neither was Katherine. A Damon Salvatore x Princess. Set before and during the events of 1864. Slow burn, forbidden romance, jealousy, blood, immortality and canon divergence.
Everyone at Mystic Falls High knows Cléo “Sin” Sinclair. The eighteen-year-old international student from France is impossible not to know—wealthy, gothic, sharp-tongued, captain of the cheer squad, and apparently human. Stefan hears a heartbeat. Bonnie senses no magic. Damon looks into her eyes, compels her, and walks away convinced it worked. It didn’t. Because Cléo Sinclair was never born in Lyon. Her real name cannot be spoken on Earth. Her existence appears in no scripture, grimoire, prophecy or supernatural legend. Hell has known and loved its princess since long before the first vampire drew breath, and occasionally her father still sends her names of souls awaiting judgment. Satan’s daughter came to Mystic Falls for one reason: she wanted to know what it felt like to be human. To make friends. Go to parties. Fall in love. Get her heart broken. Live a life where nobody bows when she enters the room. Unfortunately, Mystic Falls has never been particularly good at letting anyone live normally. The Salvatores think she’s hiding something. The Mikaelsons will eventually learn there are things older than immortality. And Sin? She already knows every secret they’ve ever tried to bury. They just don’t know hers.
Everyone comes to Sasha Belova’s parties. But not everyone leaves. When Mallory Keene disappears during one of Sasha’s legendary nights, the seventeen-year-old Russian heiress refuses to let Mystic Falls blame alcohol, the woods or the lake. But her father is lying, her house was built to trap monsters, and the charming Salvatore brothers know far more than they admit. Finding Mallory means discovering what lives beneath the glamour and why the most dangerous secret in Mystic Falls has been hidden inside Sasha’s own home.
