Darth Vader Fanfic Novels & Stories

“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.”

I let out a dark chuckle, “Time is all I have in the world right now but still I don’t wanna waste even a second of it on your ruthless Alpha.” Darius sighed tiredly, “You both are the same. Equally egoistic and drowning in hatred for each other. But I haven’t lost hope yet. I’m sure if fate had brought you this closer, it must have planned something else too.” Anger crept under my skin and I glared at him, “I really hate to pop your little bubble of fantasy but if you think that my heart would ever warm up for the monster who not only kidnapped me on my wedding day, but also massacred 200 of my people, and stripped me of all of my rights then you are very very wrong, Beta.”

They painted me as a selfish, power-hungry girl who wanted to become a luna to restore my father’s lost glory. The old woman who saw me as a threat, In Lady Seraphina’s eyes, I was no longer just Kaida. I was the daughter of Ethan, the former Alpha who had fallen from grace. My father’s story was one of tragedy and sacrifice, but Lady Seraphina twisted it into a narrative of weakness and failure.

Keith follows me and we both ascend the stairs together. I open the door to the basement and find Kylo tied to a chair, his mouth sealed with duct tape. His face twisted into a scowl which soon fades away when he watches me walk in. His face becomes as pale as a ghost’s as if he is about to pass out. My guards stand on either side. As I get closer to him, his breath becomes unsteady. “Oh, please. Don’t expect me to feel any pity for you,” I say as I lean in and rip the tape off his mouth, hard enough for him to wince in pain.

Darth looked at me for a long time before he sighed loudly and gave a death glared to Calix. "You really tend to enslave people but remember this, I will be back and get Chloe out of you" his eyes flickered into an golden eyes as he stared Calix. Kiefer was alert to see Darth's golden eyes but it's good thing that Darth stopped his anger and just looked at me with those innocence face of his. "I'll be back" it was as if all my blood has cooled when Darth spoke from my brain, I couldn't speak out of shock. He just smiled at me and walk away while me left dumbfounded to the arms of these devil.

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."

His vision dimmed, and he realized that his time was short. "Elara," he managed to whisper, struggling to get the words out. "I'm coming." With one final, shaky breath, Draven closed his eyes. He felt his life slipping away, but he held on tightly to the hope that he had saved her.

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.

“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.

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.