Darth Vader: Shattered Galaxy Novels & Stories

But now, that dream had been shattered, replaced by a nightmare that she couldn’t escape. Elara shook her head, her tears blurring her vision as she struggled to breathe. “I can’t do it,” she whispered, her voice filled with desperation. “I can’t kill our baby.” Adrian’s expression remained cold, distant. “You have to,” he said quietly. “It’s the only way.” Elara felt her heart shatter completely, the pain of his words too much to bear. She couldn’t believe this was happening, couldn’t believe that the man she had fallen in love with was asking her to do something so unthinkable.

(OUT FOR A DRINK) ~EDWARD’S POV ~ I stood in Danny’s so-called loan shark office, a small, rundown building that looked like it had been taken from some unlucky debtor as collateral. Typical. But that wasn’t my concern. If Danny was really behind my attack and hospitalization, he had a lot of explaining to do. And as far as I was concerned, our deal? It was as good as dead. “Eddy, my man,” Danny greeted, leaning back in his chair with a smirk. “I heard what happened. But seeing as you’re still standing, I guess the beating wasn’t *that* bad.”

“But for the first time… I think I believe in the ending.” Meanwhile… Daniel Hart He watched from a dark hotel room in Dubai, hands clenched, jaw tight. His phone rang. It was Victor. “Now you understand,” Victor said coldly. “Why I never let a woman become the center of my empire.” Daniel didn’t reply. He was already planning. Running. Rebuilding. But this time, he’d do it without charm. Only power. Only fire.

"I thought that control was the only thing that prevented me from shattering. That if I just controlled everything—my business, my relationships, even you—I would never shatter. But I was wrong. I lost you, and I shattered." Isla didn't know what to say. Her rage had been such a faithful companion. Letting it go now was like skydiving without a parachute. "And what of Vivienne?" she asked, not wincing when she spoke the name. "You were betrothed to her while leaving me notes under my door." Killian let out a slow breath, the guilt weighing his shoulders down.

he called out. Vanessa had just ended her call when she heard the voice. Turning around, her eyes met the gaze of her treacherous husband, Lucas, the man who had shattered her soul and broken her heart to pieces three years ago. Hatred coursed through her veins, but she maintained a calm and nonchalant expression "V... Vanessa?" Lucas stuttered, unsure if he was dreaming. The woman before him couldn't possibly be Vanessa. That timid, pathetic woman he once knew could never transform into this stunning beauty.

“Yes, because there is no danger of a Guardian being drained by a vampire. You go to far, father.” “Do not challenge me boy!” King Lance says, standing to face his son. “Or what? You’ll kill me too? I’d like to see you try.” Drake turns his attention to us. “Guardians, please, come with me.” We both stand, but Amir grabs Leana’s hand. “I warned you not to touch me again, Amir.” Kella pushes forward and Amir screams as he is turned to dust. King Lance’s eyes go wide as he sees one of his high-ranking members disintegrated in front of him. The entire room goes silent around us.

“You were the perfect golden child who viewed all others as far below you, yet now you learned of hierarchies and call lesser beings your friends. You even deem them equals when they are nothing but maggots beneath our feet! Eirian leaned over to watch Dorin struggling on her hold on him. She didn’t notice a certain medic slowly crawling towards them. “And now that you have locked your id in your Phasma core,” she continued, “you have even lost the fun in you.” She frowned at Dorin. “Now I’m thorn between letting you keep that core for you to reach your full potential, or simply shattering it myself to get the old Dorin back.” She gave an annoyed sigh.

The symphony of the galaxy, it seemed, could still be harmonized, even amidst the discordant notes of distrust. As they prepared for their departure, a faint tremor shook the room. A final, chilling vision flickered on the projector screen – a figure, shrouded in darkness, manipulating the events leading to the galactic war. This manipulator, the Dreamweaver's vision implied, sought to exploit the existing tensions for their own nefarious purposes. Anya's heart sank. The Fractured Dream Treaty was a fragile victory, clouded by this new revelation. The manipulator, a shadowy figure lurking in the wings, posed a significant threat. Who were they, and what were their motives?

“I know you’re still pondering what to do, Alpha Carl, but let me ask you this question. How long have you known Vader? I’m guessing it’s only been for a few months. I have known him for the greater part of my life, and I have always known that he is up to no good. The Vader I know never likes to serve under anyone. He always wants all the power for himself, and he had planned to kill Alpha Danister before Logan’s attack.” “Enough!” Vader growled. “There are many things I will tolerate, but not you dragging my name in the mud.” “I will never get tired of exposing your evil plans, Vader. My father might not have believed me when I told him, but I know Alpha Carl will. Vader was once my coach.