“You know,” Bonnie says, “Damon never told you the full truth. The ring you left? It wasn’t just a heirloom. It was enchanted. And it chose you.”
“I’m not a monster,” she replies. “I’m a Salvatore. That’s worse.”
On her 17th birthday, her mother gave her a letter from Damon—a single page, drenched in whiskey and regret: “If you’re reading this, I’m either dead or you’re in trouble. Probably both. Don’t look for me. Don’t trust anyone from Mystic Falls. And whatever you do—never fall in love with a Stefan. We don’t have the best track record. —D” Below it, a postscript in shaky handwriting: “You have my temper. But I hope you got her soul.” ts isabella salvatore
When Damon wakes and sees Isabella for the first time, he doesn’t hug her. He just stares.
“Damon had a daughter? And he didn’t tell us? Actually—yeah, that tracks.” “You know,” Bonnie says, “Damon never told you
Finally, appears. Not as a savior, but as a ghost. Or so it seems. In a twist, Damon is not dead—he’s been trapped in a magical coma since the last Puritas attack, hidden in a crypt beneath the boarding house. Elena is gone (off on a soul-searching journey), and Bonnie is the only one keeping him alive through a psychic anchor.
Bonnie smiles. “It means your story isn’t over. It’s just not supernatural anymore. Now it’s just human. And that’s scarier than any vampire war.” It was enchanted
The illegitimate daughter of Damon Salvatore, raised in secret by a rogue witch coven, must decide whether to save or slaughter her father’s hometown when a curse she carries becomes the key to an ancient war. Part One: The Secret in the Blood Isabella Salvatore never knew her father’s face. She only knew his legacy: the smirk, the leather jacket, the trail of bodies. Her mother, Celeste Dubois, was a French witch who fell for Damon during one of his "lost decades" in New Orleans. When Celeste discovered she was pregnant, she knew Damon’s enemies would hunt the child. So she ran.