Darth Vader Crossover Fanfiction 소설 & 이야기

One of them. I was a tribute from a conquered pack. A warrior pretending to be an alpha's daughter because the alternative was watching my best friend get dragged from her home. If my fatedmate was Darkmoon, he'd know my scent. He'd know I wasn't alpha blood. The necklace was tucked in my jacket pocket a mile behind me. And if Cain Corvus found out I'd tricked him, the coffee on his head would be the least of my problems. I'd seen the controlled rage in his face when it hit. The white knuckles on the desk edge. That kind of anger didn't forget.

I said and I didn't wait for permission before I continued, “you've always been an a** to me but tonight you went too. Freddy didn't deserve that. He was the only one who cared and you…” I heard heavy breathing behind me and turned around to see something that left me speechless. My adoptive brother who had not given me a day of peace ever since I stepped into the Valkhor was sporting a tent in his pants so big it looked like it was about to rip through. And all while looking at me. My mouth became dry and then Breeze suddenly intensely riled up, as I inhaled the scent of the initial fluids off Dante. Dread lodged in my heart. “It can't be…” I said breathlessly.

Vultures flew in the air , their black feathers were complimented by their eyes. "This isn't the end." The voice of the guardian echoed inside his head, ringing like a mystical instrument.. "Thousands of years from now Darth Vader will rise again." She continued. She looked down at the wolf who had already shifted into his human form, his face was coated with blood and barely recognizable.. "I don't care!" Nicklaus Grey hollered.. he looked horrifying at the moment and seeing the guardian Infront of him only infuriated him. "Oh you'll will.." the Guardian solemnly said..

“Well, I am Vad Wagner, the bearer of truth. We didn’t mean to intrude. Kylo and I were lost and we don’t know the way back.” He looked at me with suspicion as he crossed his arms. “What a filthy name you have. Humans can’t fool me.” He narrowed his eyes and clenched his fists. “I’m not lying. What are we supposed to do here?” I said as I stepped backward. “Steal the books, expose our secrets, and gain power!” he said as he punched me. I avoided his strike, and the floor cracked instead. “Run!” Kylo and I ran in different directions. The creature was chasing after me. He smashed everything that’s hindering his way, even the books.

His lips curved into a mocking smirk. “A woman without loyalty. You gave yourself to Alexander and gave birth to his child. Yet right now, you are standing here in a wedding gown for Ronan. Don’t you see? As long as a man is acceptable to you, you belong to him. That’s who you are, Vexia.” My hands clenched into fists at his words, and before I could stop myself, I slapped him right in the face. Darius’s expression went dark. “You bitch…” He said as he lunged forward. He roughly grabbed my arms and pushed me back until my back hit the edge of the bed.

It is Nythra Ravencrest. "Zafira! Your cousin Darok has returned!" "What?" I freeze, my fork pausing mid-air. "Darok—he finished his patrol across the southern border and finally crossed back into our territory!" Nythra's voice carries a mix of breathless excitement and lingering tension. "I am heading toward the western gates to intercept him. Do you wish to ride with me?" Nythra hesitates for a second, remembering how fractured my ties with the Valehart branch had always been—how I had been manipulated into keeping my distance from my mother’s kin. Surely my cousin would not turn his blade against me now... would he?

“You chose heaven. You’ll go back eventually, marry your perfect god fiancé, and I’ll be nothing but a forgotten mistake.” “No…” Tears spilled down Eron’s cheeks like a waterfall. He didn't understand why after everything, after eight years together, Vathar could say such things. How could he doubt his love? How could he call himself a mistake? A plaything? A toy? But Vathar couldn’t stop. He had to make Eron leave. Had to sever this bond and make Dareth return him to normal. He was terrified of what he was turning into. He could hear and smell things from far away, see things more clearly. He could even see exactly where Eron’s essence was located in his body. His canines elongated, his nai

*sigh* "In the year of 1979, I witnessed a young seer give a prophecy about the end of the Dark Lord." a/n: what I meant with the seed 'taking hold' is in the case of what happened in the cemetery in the 4th book of the series in accord with my theory, where Tom, already in his new body and with Larry's blood in him, touched the scar, weakening the protection and allowing the 'seed' to bypass part of Larry's mother protection. It's just a big 'IMO' case, not to be taken too seriously outside of this fanfic scenery. ---------------

he spat, storming off before Dante could see the crack in his armor. That night, alone in his room, Aiden scrolled through the headlines until his vision blurred. “Blackthorn and Veyron: From Rivals to Partners?” “Chemistry Caught on Camera: Are the Heirs More Than Allies?” “United Front or Secret Affair?” His reflection stared back from the black screen—scarred, bruised, uncertain. No matter how he tried, he couldn’t erase the heat of Dante’s arm around him, or the gleam in those golden eyes that had looked far too much like they belonged there.

Not defense. But war. I whispered the vow into the darkness: “I will end Valentina Bathory.” The shadows stirred. “I will burn the Cross from the inside.” The air shifted. “I will save the wolves she marked for extinction.” The moonlight intensified. “And when the throne she wants crumbles beneath her…” My eyes opened, glowing fierce violet. “She will finally learn the truth.” A slow smile curved my lips. “I was never her puppet.” The vow sealed. The hunt bega --- Night tasted like metal.