Novel & Cerita Darth Vader Fan Fiction

DIANA'S POV I love him too and I want my dreams of being the mother of his children to come to pass one day, this would make me feel complete. So, I won't care about anything the Shamma has to say and I'll do all in my power to make babies for him, even though it is the hardest way ever. Even though it means me going for help at places I should not go to at all. LUCIAN'S POV I can't imagine that this would happen to me at all, it is still like a bad dream and I can't wait to finally wake up from how terrible it makes me feel.

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!!!!

“Face it, Varya. You’re out of your league. Kylo doesn’t love you. He never will.” Taking a deep breath, I looked directly at Dora. “Maybe Kylo and I don’t have the perfect marriage. Maybe we’re not in love. But we are in this together, and you will not be able to scare me.” Dora’s eyes were full of anger. "I suppose you think you are so strong, don’t you? But you’re nothing. Just a temporary distraction. Kylo will tire of you, and when he does, you’ll be out on the streets where you belong.”

They weren't thoughts, it was like I was present when they took place. Like Zarek, Fenrik was not in his chambers. I dropped the food tray on his table. “These are visions,” Astari said to me. “Visions?” I replied to her. “Of what?” “I'm not certain,” she said. “I think he dies.” “Who dies Astari?” I questioned her. “Lord Korran,” she replied. “Girl, I think we are having a bad day,” I responded. “There’s no one powerful enough to kill the Lycans.”

Then the dark lord slaughtered everyone because his precious females were mistreated, and the so-called happy ending became the death of the galaxy, with the dark lord taking his brides away like the destruction behind them was just background decoration. It had been a bizarre story, something Vera had read with half her attention while checking weapons, counting bullets, and listening to scratching behind the walls. Back then, it had been cheap entertainment, ridiculous enough to keep her mind busy for a few minutes so she would not think too much about another night of surviving. Now it was her reality, and that made the whole thing even more insulting. She was standing inside a story that

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..

“But that makes her more dangerous.” The Vulture leaned forward, his voice low and edged with steel. “Darius is a ghost. A man with no face—until now. And Valeria is building an army of shadows. She’s gambling with fear. But she doesn’t know that fear can bleed.” Bain stared into the screen. “She wants war. Let’s give her one.” The screen cut to black. As Bain walked down the hall back toward the nursery, the image of Cassie nursing their son lingered in his mind. Darius had turned his back on blood—but Bain would never do the same.

It was Savaric's term for indicating them, he said their native name once, but the language was far too ancient for me to remember. "Oh, we're going to have so much fun with you." One of the crawlers hissed his words in my ear, as he slit his very sharp fingernails and draw blood to my thick shard skin upper arm. I was shackled to the low dungeon ceiling, my body was forced to bend and my head bows lower, my arms were hanging on each side of my body.

He had a plan that was for sure, and I knew for a fact that whatever plan he had was certainly not for the good of the pack. Vader was a force to reckon with. He had plans to overthrow Danister when he was still the Blue Scorpion pack's beta, and I knew very well of that plan. It was this knowledge that made me even more worried. He had no love for the blue scorpions; if he released them, there was a selfish reason for his doing so. I knew I had to brace up for a war.

"My sister has always been a fighter, one that would never allow herself be intimidated. Surely, she can survive in the midst of those wolves. I know she can" Masha shook her head and sighed. A knock at the door drew their attention from the conversation. Masha gestured Terra to check it out and upon opening the door, she discovered it was Lord Galadriel's right-hand man - Vader. He stood there, tall and intimidating with his face being as strict as ever. He always seemed like one ready for a fight. "Good morning, Vader", Terra bowed in obeisance, still holding the door open. But Vader ignored her and penetrated his eyes into the room for Masha. He found her there before the mirror and the t