Darth Vader Rises Novels & Stories

Peter opened the lunchbox carefully and presented the dishes to me—just like how he used to cherish me and present that passionate heart of his to me on a silver platter. I took a deep breath and grabbed the lunchbox from him. His dim eyes lit up immediately. I turned around and tipped the food into the dog's dish. Peter was caught in a daze until Zachary's sarcastic chuckles pulled him back into reality. He bit down on his lower lip. Heartbroken, he uttered, "Rye, I know you resent me. Let it all out. I will wait for the day you return to my side after letting all your anger out."

All servants belong to me, and Clement hadn't just resorted to underhanded tactics once, but twice, and he dared to lay his fingers on Ariana. His death will be slow and extremely painful. I'll carve every inch of his skin and shove it down his fucking throat. I made a solemn oath. Clad with nothing but my black trousers, I strode toward the raised platform. The moment I stepped onto it, the arena erupted into a deafening roar. Though the loudest voices were unmistakably female. Strange. “Long time no see, brother. Miss me?” He drawled with a mocking tone. “How did you like my surprise?” He added with a smirk.

“But the moon still rises.” She raised her hands, crimson light flaring. The ground split. From the crack, black smoke rose, forming Darius’s face once more. This time, larger. Stronger. And laughing.

I can feel his body getting limp because of my hard blows fist rapidly on his face. I can still see red, so I got off of him, opened his toolbox, and grabbed the long nose pliers. I was about to stab him when I felt Lilith and Elena grab me just in time. "Hey, that's enough... You don't need blood in your hands." Lilith said. "NO!! HE DESERVES TO DIE!!" I said, trying to get out of their restrain. "Yes, he does!! But please don't put blood in your hands, it's gonna hunt you and change you for the rest of your life Hecate!"

As I was coming out, I ran straight into my second in command, Atticus. “What’s happening, Atticus? Why has the alarm been activated?” I asked. “It’s Deadly Nightshade. They are attacking us. They have a few dark witches with them as well. It looks like they have all their warriors as well. We are severely outnumbered. I have got Rebel rounding up women and children and getting them to the bunker. I have gathered our fighters, and General Axton is briefing them now. We are prepared for them, just outnumbered.” Atticus informs me.

Tesha says. “How can you do this?” Iris asks. “How could you stand by and watch innocent women get raped and tortured? How could you stand by and watch a dragon get beaten to the point that his scales ripped off? You did nothing. What we’re doing is showing you that there are consequences for your actions or your lack thereof,” I say, my voice becoming hard. “All of us have had a hard life. None of us would have stood by and allowed that. If you want a chance to redeem yourselves, this is the price. Otherwise, choose Fordin’s way and die. Choose now.”

I would have achieved so much, and most importantly, my parents would still be alive. How I wished I hadn't given up so much for him. “Piiiiiiiiii...!” I suddenly heard the sound of an approaching car. Slowly, I turned to my left, but it was too late because the next second, I was lying in a pool of my own blood, alone on the deserted road. Finally... I'm going to die and leave this wicked world behind. Am I seeing double? Why am I seeing the stars and the moon when it's raining?

“Do as I said if you want it gone. You have 24 hours before it makes you do things you do not want to do.” He laughed, cold and sinister. “I would’ve love to stay and tell you more, but…time’s up.” And with a smirk, he vanished. Vathar collapsed, the pain still gnawing through his insides like fire and teeth and knives all at once. The last thing he saw before darkness claimed him was the black blood in the water—his blood—drifting like ink through the creek. ‘What kind of god is Dareth?’ Prince Ron asked Maelda. ‘Aren't all gods supposed to be kind and merciful?’

We need him to activate the elevator from his end with his key card. I stand silently beside Darth, trembling slightly as he dials Mason’s number. The call rings twice before he answers, his dark baritone sounding as clear as day…sending tingles up my spine. “Darth. Talk to me.” He growls. “I need you to activate your private elevator, boss. I need access.” Darth says, going straight to the point. There’s silence on Mason’s end for a second or two. Then he says, “What are you doing here so late, Darth?”

The council remnants scrambled for weapons, for wards, for anything that might still mean hope. Kairis raised her staff. “Stand firm! The Vale remembers its masters— make it remember your names!” But the darkness didn’t slow. It climbed, it reached, and for a moment the stars themselves seemed to blink out. Vareth turned to her. “What is it doing?!” She met his eyes, voice shaking for the first time. “It’s claiming what’s left.” Then, from deep within the Vale, a new light broke — faint, blue-white, cutting through the dark like the edge of a blade.