Novel & Cerita Darth Vader Fanfic

I was truly tired, but Maven kept on pumping me with his energy and I kept on refueling my power. "I can do this, I've been doing this for days since you've been cuddling with that king of yours," I smirked at him while he blushed red, starting from his neck then to his ears before it reaches his cheeks. "Aww...Rain you are one adorable were. I love you. Now, let's get the last two demons back to hell so I can get back home." "My queen, we are ready..." Maven let me into the circle, while Rain was looking at me, watching me then looking at Maven's direction from time to time.

Daphnie said in a firm voice, making Vader freeze. "Sit." Vader sat down, awaiting another command. "Stay." Vader began to whimper as Daphnie filled his dish with food and placed it in front of him. I was amazed at how Vader stayed put while his food was in front of him. "Go ahead." Vader immediately started eating his food and finished in just a few minutes. Daphnie washed her hands and walked over to see what I was cooking; her eyes lit up when she saw what was in the pan.

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.

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

Thadeous wasn't smart enough to figure out that while he made us all study and pushed us to the breaking point creating Child genius assassins. We were all better trained and more intelligent than he would ever be. He thought his brood of morons could contain us, but they did what we allowed, and he knew it deep down we ran things. What could go wrong? What an idiot. I can't believe it was Victoria who killed him. She was a poison expert, but they said her wolf tore out his throat. The thing is, she hates killing. She would rather endure pain than hurt anyone. She had said her wolf had forced the shift and killed him, so maybe it wasn't her at all. I had yet to see her wolf. She still prefer

My plan was perfect; in order to get rid of Alexa, I had partnered with a not so much a friend of mine, Alpha Carl of the Crescent Moon pack, who had an obscene interest in Alexa and would go to any length to get her for us to attack the Red Lotus pack; wonder why every man goes crazy over her. I should have known involving Vader, the ex-Beta of the now-ruined Blue Scorpion Pack, would lead to trouble. He was all about himself and secretly planned to dethrone Alpha Carl, who, upon finding out, handed him over and made a peace pact with the Red Lotus pack. Not only did Vader get himself killed, he made me lose face.

He paused momentarily, closing the distance between us. He stood there for a moment, observing the welts on my backside. His hands then trailed over the marks, and a disturbing pleasure gleamed in his eyes. It was evident that he derived far more satisfaction from this act than his father ever did. While Alpha Draxler relished in my pain, Damian seemed to revel in both my suffering and the fear that emanated from me. "Fernanda," he murmured, his voice filled with a twisted desire, "these scars on your body arouse me. They ignite an undeniable response within me, making it agonizingly difficult to control myself. Look at what you do to me."

James smiled slightly. "Get out of the way!" Darius asked all of his men to move out of his way. Darius felt like killing James himself with his hands, no matter what path he would take. Darius thirsted for the blood of James Skywalker, a man who still looked very arrogant even though he was about to die! "James Skywalker!!!" Darius approached James with his loafers clacking loudly on the tile floor of his base. The two of them threw death glares at each other. Like lions ready to pounce on their prey, one with the look of a quick kill. And the other with the thought of how to enjoy killing his prey so that the torture would not quickly take the life of the arrogant man.

Raven’s POV His lips slammed onto mine, and in less than a millisecond, I responded, our tongues deeply entangled as he tore off my nightgown, leaving me in my underwear. “I was barely able to hold myself back there in the changing booth,” he admitted, “I wanted to bend you over and show you exactly what a good time looks like,” My head was spinning with so many thoughts. Dante had already had his wolf since he was 11. Which means all this time that he has been tormenting me he knew.