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.

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.

“Hopefully Fenrik was there to settle your desires.” I gasped, stretching my mind to all the conversations they must have had. But something else crossed my thoughts. The expression of his eyes when he complimented Fenrik. They dulled, like a knife that had been smashed against stone. He was glad, but not all too happy. There was sadness in his face. He got up to leave, his eyes fixated on me, breathing in-between each strike. He swallowed a lump of saliva, before blinking for a second. “The vervain is still in your system,” he said, caressing my cheeks with the back of his hand. “If you ever need to fulfil your desires,” he paused and stared at me passionately. “You come to me.”

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.

“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.

Every dream. All of it. A lie. Kaiven took another step forward, voice cold, formal, final. I Kaiven Drax, Alpha of Shadow Fang Pack, reject Vaelora Arden as my mate.” The world shattered. My body was in pain, and it was overwhelming. I cried out with pain that was far more than I'd ever felt before. It was like someone was tearing out a piece of my heart. In my mind, my wolf howled, a broken and tortured howl.

“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.