Darth Vader: Shattered Galaxy Novels & Stories

He had a painful expression, which annoyed Vivian. “Don’t look at me with that painful look. Someone might think I am wicked. But I am not. I just participated in the race, and I won. The game had no rules and all it cared about was to win. And I did exactly that. "Please get out of my house. I have already filed for divorce. I don’t need you in my house," she said harshly. "Are you driving me out of your own house?" he asked. “Please get out. You are destroying our peace. Hey drive him away. I don’t want to see him near this house." Shadrach, who is her fiancé, said.

The illusory Emperor Grand spat out a mouthful of blood, his eyes were full of disbelief, he seemed to be unable to think, Tadhg Walter reacted so quickly, his means were so strong. "Hehe, is this what you said?" Tadhg Walter smiled coldly. "It seems that my previous assessment of you was indeed correct. The two of you, full of conspiracies and tricks, are simply not trustworthy, so now you don't have any chance, even if you really take out half of the immortal source, I will not accept it, you guys, only death! The Galaxy Wakes Up, 200 billion life force, let me burn!" A fierce explosion emanated from Tadhg Walter's body, a thick line of Profound Yellow light burst out from Tadhg Walter's b

The Lunar Shard At the center of the ruins, atop a stone pedestal, the Lunar Shard pulsed with an ethereal glow. Kaelan stepped closer, feeling its power thrumming through the air. It was beautiful—translucent, with swirling silver light dancing inside it. "This is it," Leona whispered in awe. Kaelan reached out, his fingers brushing the surface. The moment he made contact, the world around him shattered. Visions of Destruction Darkness consumed his sight. Then— Flashes of fire. A battlefield littered with bodies. Wolves howling in agony. The sky, painted red with blood. He saw himself—not as he was now, but as the tyrant he had once been.

Kael didn't use his blade; he used his Alpha-Call, a localized shockwave of pure life-force that shattered the drones' fragile logic. The Encounter with the Ghost They reached the central chamber. In the middle of a swirling vortex of dark matter sat a withered, chrome-plated husk. It was Drax's original command throne, now fused into the Hive's nervous system. Within the throne, a holographic flicker of General Drax appeared. He looked older, his digital form fraying at the edges. "Architect," Drax's voice echoed in their minds. "You... took... your... time. The Swarm... is... hungry. It wants... the... song."

Vultures flew in the air , their black feathers were complimented by their eyes. "This isn't the end." The voice of the guardian echoed inside his head, ringing like a mystical instrument.. "Thousands of years from now Darth Vader will rise again." She continued. She looked down at the wolf who had already shifted into his human form, his face was coated with blood and barely recognizable.. "I don't care!" Nicklaus Grey hollered.. he looked horrifying at the moment and seeing the guardian Infront of him only infuriated him. "Oh you'll will.." the Guardian solemnly said..

“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.

If the power conduit suffered a sudden voltage spike, the magnetic field would collapse, causing the massive glass panes to implode outward into the low-pressure atmosphere outside the tower. And right next to my left hand was the damaged power joint of the fallen droid, still leaking high-voltage energy. "Three... two..." Vane counted, his finger tightening on the trigger. "I yield!" I shouted, holding up my trembling hands and slowly standing up. "I'll do it! Just don't hurt him!" Vane offered a triumphant, cold smile. "A wise decision, my daughter." I took a slow, deliberate step forward, pretending to stagger in weakness. I dragged my foot across the floor, positioning myself right besid

"You are nothing. You were born from death, and death is all you'll bring." Those words have followed Zara Cole every single day of her seventeen years alive. Her mother died bringing her into the world, and her father - the Beta of Ironveil Pack - never let her forget it. While her brother trains to inherit their father's title, Zara trains in the dark. Alone. Unseen. Better than all of them. She is the top student. The fastest warrior. The girl nobody looks at twice. Until the day everything changes. When a transfer student named Mira walks into the pack training and decides - for reasons Zara cannot explain that she wants to be her friend, the walls Zara built brick by

Leave Noah alone. She was ready for whatever it took. Long ago, she had stopped being concerned about the consequences. Her mind was set on one thing: taking charge of her situation. Rachel, full of doubts and second thoughts, was merely a tool in Vanessa's play. She had seen how Rachel had faltered; she had watched her as she wavered, and she knew how to push her just enough. Rachel was a pawn in this game, and Vanessa was the one pulling the strings.