Darth Vader Rises Novels & Stories

It was already over 8 minutes before Kalen finally got ready after listening to the endless blabbering from his friends. “I’ll see you later guys. I’ll be back. I’m off to protect the kingdom, see you in a few months.” He said shamelessly while maintaining a smile on his face, as he pressed the done button on his wristwatch. The space warped and he left his position immediately. His vision darkened suddenly for a moment, dulling his senses before he reappeared in a dimly illuminated chamber the next second. On arriving, he immediately felt someone staring at him, which prompted him to open his eyes and look to his right. He was confused to see Knight Corporal Zayn glaring at him like he just

I revolted. "Ah, the delusions of the weak. Your pitiful defiance only fuels my determination to see your pack obliterated. Prepare for your ultimate downfall, Alexa. There will be no mercy, no respite." Vader laughs "We shall see, Vader. Your true colours will be revealed, and the pack will see through your lies. We will stand firm and united, and together we will overcome the darkness you represent." I replied. "You can try, Alexa. But remember, when the dust settles, and your pack lies in ruins, it will be a testament to my superiority. Your resistance is futile. Prepare to witness the annihilation of your pack." Vader smirks.

I lean closer to lift a strand of dark hair that had fallen over her eyes, "You are not weak, little flower." I whisper, "you are not fucking weak. Come back to me. Fight this." " Sir?" I look up to find Darth standing in the doorway, " Mr. Damon just called. The target is on the move." I think about it for only a second, " Go then, Darth. You're in charge." His eyes widen. Mine narrows, " Make sure you return with all the information I need." " Of course, sir."

They were cut off, their Founder was dead, and their fleet was currently being devoured. Dax climbed onto the ruined knee joint of the fallen Avatar of Sol, making sure every soldier in the plaza could see him. He raised his phased combat knife, the iridescent blue Origin-Code blazing like a beacon in the creeping darkness. "Listen to me!" Dax bellowed, his voice echoing off the black glass of the Citadel. "Your god is dead! Your ships are burning! If you keep fighting us, you die in the mud! If you run, the void deletes you!"

They broke apart for a heartbeat, circling each other while blood dripped from their wounds. "You've already lost," Davros spat, his voice distorted by the corruption spreading through him. Black foam flecked his lips. "Kragoth will rise with or without me and the shadow wolves will consume everything." Gerald didn't waste breath on words. He rushed in again, this time going low. His shoulder caught Davros in the stomach, lifting him off his feet. Gerald slammed him into one of the standing stones hard enough to crack the ancient rock. Davros's head bounced off the stone with a wet sound.

Some of the drogar recognized her instantly, and whatever hopes they held about the fight completely bottomed out and vanished. “This is Fleet Admiral Freya, leader of the undying Einherjar,” she began. “Some of you in the Empire know me as Ra’ventrii, subjugator of the Reborn. We’ve taken command of this devastator, now named Thanatos, the Ender of Worlds. “Together, we’ll ravage the Empire and bring it to its knees! Only once your precious Imperium is reduced to ash will we stop. And should anyone foolish enough to try to hinder us, know that we’ll crush them. Painfully. Thoroughly.

“Our thirst for revenge is justified.” His expression hardened, his eyes darkening with resolve. “Henceforth, fate, nature… you are with us.” “Now, I will execute my plan.” “The story changes from this moment on.” “I will annihilate all my enemies at the peak of my power.” Back at the Lunar Temple, Darius stirred on the mat, his body shifting slightly as consciousness slowly returned to him, his eyes opening little by little as if weighed down by exhaustion. Almost immediately, his hand went to his head, gripping it firmly as he pushed himself into a sitting position.

"Darryl Darby!" Blaise stood before them and shouted, "Stop wasting your energy, obey and come with us." Ganon stood behind them. "I can't believe it! You've been revived, and you also defeated Thoth. However, you can't run away from us." Anxiety crept within Darryl, but he kept quiet. 'Crap, what do I do now?' He thought to himself. Aura buzzed through the air from a short distance away. Then, there was a dash of golden beam as a figure led hundreds of Grand Weapons dashed above the Phoenix Feather Mountain.

"But here's a parting gift, Alpha. A demonstration of just how thoroughly you've lost." She pressed Khalden's hand to his chest, and his scream was pure agony. Dark energy exploded outward, knocking everyone off their feet. When Lerder's vision cleared, Khalden's body lay crumpled on the floor—breathing but unconscious. And scrawled on the wall behind him in letters of shadow: EIGHTEEN DAYS UNTIL THE SECOND RISING TICK TOCK Then the presence was gone, retreating to whatever dark corner of Khalden's mind she'd carved out for herself.

Rainer turned the next corner into an empty alley, and sat leaning against a building gasping for air. The timer reached the five-minute countdown mark, and he sat there thinking this wasn’t the end. Out of the billions of humans, there was no possible way anyone he knew would be chosen. He began to feel confidence well up inside of him, and watched the timer slowly reach zero. The holographic screen of the Coliaran ship reappeared and so did general Dolmi. “This is a rarity, no one dares to volunteer their life?” He paused for a moment, expecting something to happen. “What a pity. A majority of you must vote amongst the humans in the list. If a majority does not vote, then we will kill a ma