Darth Vader Crossover Fanfiction Novels & Stories

"We must accept this, the world cannot stay the same, we can't allow it to be, selfish acts only lead to more selfish behavior from future generations, they learn from us after all, we need to teach them, show them change is good... The five most elderly vampires has fallen by the sword of Vlad Dracul, he created them, he ended them, an event that came full circle, change. Vlad has fallen by the canines of once Omega, now Queen Tala Vladimir Tamaska, her name will be spoken of for years to come, showing its not just the strongest warrior that poses the greatest threat, or the only hope. May the Silver cross forgive my actions, may Rachel forgive me, I am laying down my necklace and leaving,

"You still recognize me, Luna." The old title made something twist in my chest. "Don’t call me that." He inclined his head. "Then what should I call you?" "Nothing that binds me to him." Dareth studied me quietly. He had changed. The scars on his neck had deepened, the air around him heavier—like someone who had walked through death and returned with silence for company. "I heard the stories," he said finally. "That you were dead. Then that you were something else." "Maybe both."

“That’s not me, Jess! I’m here, I’d never betray you! This thing’s using my face to hurt you!” Ardyn’s gaze flickered, and the loom pulsed, weaving a vision that tore at their hearts: Jessica and Ardyn entwined, the nexus whole, her companions fading, their love betrayed, Kade’s heart broken as he watched her choose a lie. The first twist came: Ardyn wasn’t Kade—he was the fracture, every weaver’s wrath fused into a manipulative illusion, using Jessica’s love to shatter their bond. The atrium trembled, and the tapestry split, revealing a void—Sereth, Verath, Vorath, Sylvara, Caleth, Elyra, Aethra, Null, Auris, Veridias, Omnis, Nihil, Eternis, Liora, Verith—united as a hydra, their voices a s

The crack that had been a single line was now a spiderweb, thin branches of silver veining out under the metal. “I didn’t black out,” I said. “I didn’t set you on fire. I’ll call that a win.” His mouth twitched. “Low bar,” he said. “But we’re working with low bars this week.” *** By the end of the day, word had spread. Daire Vhaloren was back in Vesperridge. That wouldn’t have mattered much on its own—disgraced Alphas were a dime a dozen. But Daire Vhaloren was back in Vesperridge with a contract wife and a Lunaris rumor snapping at his heels.

“Do as I said if you want it gone. You have 24 hours before it makes you do things you do not want to do.” He laughed, cold and sinister. “I would’ve love to stay and tell you more, but…time’s up.” And with a smirk, he vanished. Vathar collapsed, the pain still gnawing through his insides like fire and teeth and knives all at once. The last thing he saw before darkness claimed him was the black blood in the water—his blood—drifting like ink through the creek. ‘What kind of god is Dareth?’ Prince Ron asked Maelda. ‘Aren't all gods supposed to be kind and merciful?’

Meanwhile, the only thing that I wanted was to leave, go back home with my tail between my legs, and beg for Veda. Three days, three damn days since she came here, and nothing. No lead instructors and no leads. And based on my father’s text messages, he was getting frustrated. When that man got frustrated, he took it out on someone. I only hope that someone wasn’t my sweet Veda. Darth Vadar: You had better have an update tonight!!!!

“I think her words were something along the lines of, ‘You’re splitting the resources of your family. If you would just stop fighting with them and join forces, you could take over the entire world.’” Okay, it’s incredibly nerdy and probably a terrible metaphor, but I thought of Darth Vader reaching out to Luke and saying, Join me… with our combined strength, we can end this destructive conflict and bring order to the galaxy. After, of course, Vader had cut off Luke’s hand. Huh… maybe not such a bad metaphor after all. (If you ignore the whole thing about Vader being Luke’s father, that is.) “What did you say?”

As he leaves, I return to my desk and pour myself a drink. The One was once Damien’s friend. Now he wants to watch him suffer. Victor may be Leah’s useless father, but that means nothing here. Cross is coming. And we are more than ready.

I can’t help but gag as disgust churns my stomach. “Run if you want. But you'll always be mine in the end,” he’d told me. No. Not anymore. I am Leo Creed now. Not Nova. Not the girl in the white dress about to be sold off into slavery disguised as marriage. I swallow the scream clawing up my throat. I turn just when I feel someone else watching me. Of course, it's Rhydar. My heart sinks when I see the curiosity on his face. No, this is not good. In this moment, it feels like I’m trapped between the devil and the deep blue sea. And God help me, I’m about to lose it.