Darth Vader Fan Fiction Novels & Stories

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

Draven’s voice was strained as he tried to focus on Aurora, who still hadn't taken her eyes off him. "You’re jealous because I woke her up," Vuk teased again, grinning. "I was humming a song, you know — one of those old lullabies Mom used to sing. Next thing I knew, her eyes opened, and she stared right at me. I nearly jumped out of my skin! Imagine that — the first face she saw was mine. Maybe the Moon Goddess made a mistake. Maybe I’m supposed to be her mate instead." Draven’s jaw tightened, his fists curling at his sides. His brother was walking a dangerous line, and they both knew it.

She reaches out her hand to me too. I almost reach her. But then someone stands between us. A shadow. The Dark Lord. Taller than any man. His cloak is not cloth but whirlpooling darkness. His presence causes physical pain. Magic… warps around him, as if reality itself attempts to push him away — unsuccessfully. And beside him — Vareth stands. The traitor. The friend who fought like a brother at my side. Who now has sold the throne — and Nyra — for a power he does not understand.

Suddenly he got hit by Nirav’s toy car. “Ouch. Have you gone mad Little mouse?”, Vir shouted at Dhara. “How dare you say that I look like Bellatrix? You look more like Lord Voldemort you noseless species”, Dhara shouted at Vir. “For your kind information I have a nose. So I am not Lord Voldemort.”, Vir said giving a tongue out to Dhara. “You are a beast.”, Dhara threw another toy of Nirav to Vir. But this time Vir caught it. “Yes I am a beast. I thought I will end up with my beauty not a little mouse like you. See my fate”, he fake cried.

“He’ll come back. He’ll open his eyes one day and I’ll proudly say in all your faces that I told you so.” That said, I flee from her office with tears gradually blurring my vision and my heart shattering all over again. *** The moment I step into the bright sunlight, Darth comes running up to me, his face twisted with concern. “What happened in there, ma’am? Are you okay?” Not knowing what else to do, I wrap my arms around his middle, bury my face in his chest and proceed to cry my eyes out. Darth remains stiff and unyielding for a few seconds. Finally, he relaxes and pays my back awkwardly while I soak his expensive suit with tears.

The video on the screen has looped back to my own face mid-chorus, mouth shaping the word *devil* over a photo of Rafael’s smile. Dante taps the space bar. The room goes silent. “So,” I say. “You’ve seen my fanfiction.” His jaw tightens. “That is not your fanfiction,” he says. “It’s a revisionist history starring a man who didn’t pay your freedom price.” “Our marriage certificate doesn’t make you a better man than him,” I shoot back. “Just a richer one.” “Maybe,” he says. “But it does make me the one who has to manage the fallout when the world decides you belong to someone else.”

I thought I was ready, but the moment I see Darth's tall, muscled frame standing over a cowering Anna, fear and anger shoots through my bloodstream like a fucking geyser. "Step away from my sister. Now!" My voice comes out firm, betraying the turmoil that is currently threatening to tear me apart. Darth turns, and once again, I am treated to his expressionless, stone cold face. A face I believed I might never see again. I clench my fingers at my sides and lift my chin to face him. "What are you doing here, Darth? How did you find us?" "Miss Fernandez," he nods at me in cold courtesy, " good to see you again."

“It’s just… I’m sorry, Ron. I can’t… keep you anymore. My heart belongs to someone else.” Prince Ron “......” Alaric “......” That was what he was concerned about??? At a time like this??? But then, the Dark Lord looked so genuinely torn that Ron didn't know what to say. “That’s fine,” he sighed, patting Vathar on the arm. “Just… keep that evil god occupied, alright? I promise you, I'll do everything I can to release him.” Vathar tightened his hold on the scimitar and nodded. Without another word, he launched himself at Dareth.

From the man who believes he is always in control. Long time, Gianne, he wrote, adding a laughing emoji. Thor. Asshole.

Violet POV I wasn’t sure if Alpha Dane would go on a honeymoon because he was so busy all the time, but when two weeks later he said that we will go on a five-day trip to Maui, Hawaii, I was pleasantly surprised. Alpha Dane was sitting in Dave’s room with me, watching him play with the latest toy boys loved—an oculus. Dave was so engrossed in it he bought a lightsaber and was fighting in space using the inputs from oculus. Dane had appointed Niti, a young omega girl, to be his nanny. She had built a makeshift rope enclosure to protect him from accidents.