Darth Vader: Shattered Galaxy Novels & Stories

The altar trembled violently. “Now, Verath!” she shouted. He unleashed a concentrated blast of dragon fire directly at the weakened altar. The energy collided with hers, sending a shockwave across the Vale. Crystal shards exploded, shadow soldiers dissolved, and the dark commander screamed as its form unraveled. When the dust settled, silence reigned over the Shattered Vale. The dark energy was gone, and the corrupted land was slowly regaining some semblance of life. Verath stepped to her side, panting but victorious. “One step closer,” he said quietly.

“That’s right. Keep fighting. You know I don’t mind hurting you. You’re nothing but some dirty whore who can’t even fuck right.” I can’t scream because of his hands. I can’t fight because of his weight. I can’t do anything to stop him. Maybe, just maybe, this time he’ll kill me, and it will be over. No, I can’t let him win. I bite down on his hands hard, and he pulls back. “HELP, HELP. SOMEBODY HELP ME. HELP ME! “SAM, WAKE UP.” Somebody’s shaking me, but I can’t escape.

“Mickey, you are one of the strongest ladies that I know. You have already survived the worst. And look at you now, raising an incredible daughter, building a career and living your life. You are definitely not the same person that you were before.” I blinked back the tears threatening to spill over. “Look, Teddy. I want revenge on Kendrick. I want to deal with him. I want him to feel the pain that I have felt but what if I need everything up? What if I let Derrick in, and everything falls apart again?” “What if it doesn’t?” he countered. “What if Derrick is the one that makes you see love differently?” While we were still talking, Kayden ran into the room with her sketchpad.

“You think you’ve won? You think you can end me? I’ve survived worse than this.” “You’re not surviving this,” Carter said, his voice cold. “This ends now.” I moved closer, keeping my gun trained on Vasquez’s men, but none of them dared to make a move. They could see their leader defeated, and they knew their chances of survival were slim if they tried to fight. Vasquez’s eyes shifted between us, the confidence in them fading. “You’re making a mistake,” he said, his voice low, almost pleading. “You don’t understand what I’ve built. You don’t know who you’re dealing with.”

"You were made for me. Made to be possessed by me." "You are sick." "I am honest." His hand drifted lower, and I flinched violently. He smiled. "Good. I like that you still fight me, even when you know it is pointless. It makes the inevitable surrender so much sweeter." "I will never surrender to you." "Oh, darling." He held up the phone, and on the screen, my father lowered the gun. My mother collapsed in sobs. "You already have." The phone went dark. The feed was cut off.

And now I am standing in the wreckage of that loyalty, watching her try to rewrite it. She steps forward, her eyes wide, her mouth trembling. “Fiona, you have it all wrong. It’s not what you think~” I laugh. It’s a brittle, hollow sound that feels like glass cracking in my throat. “Why do people always say that? Every damn fucking time. First Edward, now you. You always say it’s not what I think, when it’s exactly what I think. It’s exactly what it looks like. You hurt me. You hurt our friend group. You shattered something that mattered.”

"But so do you." --- We spend days in the archives, reading everything we can find about the Mother, the Shattering, and the prophecy. The more I learn, the more complex the picture becomes. The Mother wasn't simply a benevolent deity. She was vast, multifaceted, containing contradictions that would destroy a mortal mind. She was creation and destruction, light and shadow, dream and nightmare all at once. When she shattered, those contradictions separated into the fragments we now call gods. Irethiel got wisdom and foresight. Vorrak got desire and violence. Selavane got secrets and forbidden knowledge. And so on. But they're incomplete. Diminished. Each one craves reunification, but each one

CHAPTER 80: THE BREAKING OF THE SHELL Dante stared at the screen, his knuckles turning white as he gripped the edge of the bar. The sight of Vane—half-metallic, looking like a ghost dragged back from the Rift—ignited a fire in his chest that even the "Dormant" cold couldn't dampen. "He’s going to shatter it," Dante whispered, the obsidian-void in his eyes flickering. "He’s not trying to save her. He’s trying to harvest the stabilization frequency while she’s still tethered to the core."

he said, his tone dripping with disdain. The words cut deep, and Veda felt her heart shattering into a million pieces. "I thought our vows meant something," she whispered. Adyant snorted. "Vows? Those were just empty promises, Veda. We both knew it." Veda's eyes widened in shock as the reality check of her shattered vows laid bare in front of her fragile heart. "How can you say that?" she demanded, her voice laced with pain. Adyant's gaze locked onto hers.

Each of those systems’ home stars winked out and left it all in darkness. Many shuddered with abject terror as they watched Godeater consume planet after planet. Its darkness spread across the galaxy steadily and made all their hearts sink down to unfathomable depths. Back at Dendrus IV, the mirror stations surrounding the void planet shifted as they continually adjusted their angles. The reflection of the dark void below them were flung in every direction towards the various planets and systems surrounding. One such reflection struck a war-torn planet numerous systems away. Its surface was marred by massive craters and blasts, some large enough to swallow entire cities whole. The bodies of