Darth Vader Crossover Fanfiction Novels & Stories

“He holds private marriages to make his women feel special.” “I said that's not it. Darius and I are different. We're mates. We were joined by the moon goddess to…” “And what did he do? He broke the mate bond, and left you to die in the woods.” “Xander, maybe you don't understand…” She placed a hand on my arm. “I felt his heart beating for me. In the Land of The Dead, there was a replica of Darius, who felt and embodied everything that belonged to Darius. I was only able to defeat him because since Darius’ heart belongs to me, then his heart also belonged to me. You see, you just have to… no, actually… Just let him see me once more…”

“I'm in a prison and… I have a family. Especially my sisters. I cannot possibly leave them all alone there with my step mother. They will die, and they need care.” I took a deep breath and shuddered. But he placed a hand on my trembling ones, staring so deep into my eyes. “I will bring your sisters over here tomorrow, Dahlia.” Well that's shocking. “Really?” “Sure. But not just that - I have an offer for you. Your father's empire, business and money. I will have it all transferred to your name, plus an extra payment and I can do this in the next few minutes.” I didn't move nor speak.

The triumph. She had done this. "Bring them forward," Darian commanded. We were shoved to our knees before him. The courtyard fell silent, the weight of a hundred gazes pressing down on us. "Cella Ardentis." Darian's voice was cold, judicial. "You are charged with crossing into the human world without authorization. With consorting with a known fugitive. With conspiring against the Wolf Realm." "Conspiring?" I laughed, bitter and broken. "I was running for my life. From my own family. From the people who were supposed to protect me."

** --- **The Static's Betrayal** They corner us in the server room. Ravel fights, her knives carving through biomechanical flesh, but the hybrids heal faster. My static lashes out, but Nexa *catches* it, weaving the lightning into a crown of thorns and code. **"You see?"** She floats above the carnage. **"We're the same."** The crown settles on my head. Visions erupt: -A world where Eden lives, his scars blooming into wings. -The Hunter, roots coiled like a lover's embrace.

Darius fathomed great danger and he gathered all his werewolf superpowers and staggered up on his feet and ran at superhuman speed away crossing the border. He stopped only after he has crossed a few kilometers into Cresia before his breath ran out. He still struggled and reached the secret cottage beside the lake and banged on the door before collapsing. The door opened and he saw that the vampire was also there so he spoke in a quavering voice, “Kabir! Alpha! We are in trouble. I bring bad news from Lunaveria.” Kabir carried Darius inside and tended to him first. After he was stable a little Kabir asked him

That I had changed, that the traumas of the Vegas trip had made me realize the life I was missing out on, everything I really wanted. Draven wasn't aggressive, he didn't have the slightest intention of hurting another person and he didn't know how to fight, so he was easily overpowered by Dax: the fear that the Dangello's could provoke, it froze your blood, as if they had taken over your system. However, I wasn't planning on letting Dax go hurt my fiancé, it wasn't part of the plan. He wasn't even supposed to be in the apartment and I let him be, simply because of how I felt.

He had calculated everything, and the only thing that mattered was his life. The two had no idea what happened after they left, but Vanity quickly finished all the men and slowly and painfully killed the Drysdale's men. “I made a promise to myself not to kill you or seek vengeance because you were the ones who brought me into this world. I had vowed not to touch you as long as you did not seek me first, but you are still so selfish that you delivered yourself to me, and in order to prevent that from happening again, this clone will end your miserable lives,” Vanity said as she sank her teeth into Dwain's neck and instantly claimed his life.

“I’m not going to kill him, Darius. I’m going to remind him. Remind him who I was. Who I am. I want him to look me in the eye and remember. And then I want him to fear.” As she turned toward the mirror to fix her lipstick, Darius added in a low voice, “You said you’d call in someone worse than Kain.” “I will,” Valeria murmured. “Someone even I fear. He’s not a mercenary. He’s a phantom. They call him Wraith. He disappears like smoke and leaves only death behind. He owes me a favor.” Darius tilted his head. “And Bain?” “He won’t see it coming.” Later that evening…

The way she looked at him and the way she would brush up against him when they were in the same room, all this made his skin crawl. Filled with infuriation, he informed Darth about it, but surprisingly, his father chose to believe Lauren's lies over those of his son. That day, Darth stood face to face with him and yelled under the influence of liquor. He had told Liam to never in his life say such things about Lauren or risk getting disowned. The pain and anger were too much for Liam to bear anymore, so he moved out of Darth's house to leave on his own. Some days later, when Darth was finally back to his senses, he tried to reach Liam to make him come back, but each time Liam blatantly refus

With every bit of strength he had left in him, he kept saying the spell, even though his voice was getting weaker with each word he spoke. "Dekekrankem delenfoouud." "Please," he cried out, his sight becoming fuzzy. "Please, just let her be safe." Everything around him started to spin like a dizzying ride, and he felt his consciousness beginning to break apart. But he fought to stay focused, determined not to let go until he knew his baby daughter was out of danger. Finally, with one last push, he whispered the final part of the incantation. In a bright flash of light, the baby vanished, leaving Draven all alone in the temple. He fell to the floor, his body shaking as blood continued to flow