Female Darth Vader Novels & Stories

She woke up to see her daughter already transformed into a big black wolf, Valerie was bigger than any wolf seen and her blood red eyes frightened her mother. Turning to see her mother, Valerie was at the verge of pouncing on her when Adira came in just in time to protect the Suprema from her daughter. She was almost too powerful for Adira, Adira got badly injured and then Clarissa took to fighting Valerie alone in her own full transformation too.

​The blood drained from my face, rushing to my ears with a roaring sound. ​Feminine. ​General Vesh, the White Demon, the butcher of the Crimson Court... was a woman. ​I gripped the wooden edge of the supply wagon so hard the wood splintered beneath my fingers. A female warlord leading the most ruthless mercenary company in the world. It was unheard of. It defied every law of pack dynamics. ​She took a sip from the mug, the firelight catching the curve of her lips. A small, tired sigh escaped her.

Soon derora had absorbed heregas magic and turned it to that of the Phoenix, she opened her eyes to are a brand new darathos, skin as red as ever, horns long and sharp with flames at the edges, he seemed taller as derora stared into the fiery pit that were his eyes, "How do you feel?" she asked, "I feel...stronger, better" he said as she noticed the new resonance his voice carried, Derora turned to the veratus as she sent tendrils of energy into them, they convulsed as their mouths opened in silent agony. Derora was giving this being a footstool in the realm, but she did not care, at least not for now, all she wanted was heregas head. The dark and red skin of theirs peeled off to reveal a re

Her eyes swept the bodies lying in disarray about her own—beat, battered, powerless. Tears sparkled in their eyes. They had been deceived. They had dared. And now— Their Alpha kneeled. Handcuffed. Subdued. Subjugated. Vladimir's gold-colored eyes blazed with malevolent glee. He kneeled on the ground before her, his gore-covered fingers wrapping around her jaw. "Look at you," he whispered softly. "The great Wolf Queen. The chosen one. The so-called goddess of revenge." His smile grew, his sneer twisted on the curve of his mouth.

Although he was wise enough to know that, as the only female Worgen, he required her to produce his offspring. Vaheed Wolverson was Farrah's mate. The unworthy son-of-a-bitch. For now, his value to her was to use him as leverage, a pawn to their plans while she remained Dymian's lover. The woman was expected to populate a new breed of shifters for the werewolf realm. It was soon to be renamed ‘The Worgen Realm.’

“I am not bewitched. I am perfectly sane and I know what I’m doing. Don’t you dare try to pin this on Vathar.” The Emperor’s eyes narrowed as he considered Dareth’s words. A dry, humorless chuckle slipped past his lips. “The Dark Lord is always full of tricks. I should have seen it coming. This must all be part of their plan to drive the Earth into chaos and occupy it.” He gave a slow nod, as if the truth had already settled in his mind. “Nemyra,” he called, and the air shimmered. An extremely tall woman appeared, crowned with a cascade of golden locks that spilled over her shoulders and a blindfold of pale silk that hid her eyes. She stepped forward and bowed deeply before him.

One of the ones who claimed I was Valefar's favorite. Diana Warfur stood with her hands on her hips and a storm brewing in her chillingly gray eyes. She was perhaps the prettiest wolf and woman in Valefar’s immediate entourage. Her long hair was a rich, dark brown that made me crave dark chocolate. Her body looked as though it had been sculpted by the Moon Goddess herself, with generous curves and a slender waist.

The vixen and hundreds of Genetic Fighters of the Fire Praying Tribe looked at Lucas. They were terrified. Never in their wildest dreams, would they have thought that it was Lucas the Demon who had murdered the young master. "Do you think that I, Lucas York, don’t dare to kill people like you?" Lucas looked at the vixen. The vixen was one of the Holy Defenders of the Fire Praying Tribe. She was a Rank 7 Evolved One; she swore that she had never felt so scared in her life.

And so, the demons moved among them unnoticed, overlooked, waiting. This time would be different. This time the goddess, reborn into frail human flesh, would not defeat him. She could not. The years had leeched her strength; her mortal vessel would betray her. Her love for this realm, her endless empathy, her soft femininity—those were her fatal flaws. In the old age she had barely been worth his notice, a mistake he would not repeat. Now he was ready. This time, he would crush her. Danny arrived at Mahisar’s home, his smile wide with secret victory.

I did horrible things to her. “She joined another pack,” Mark assures me. “Still, I need to apologize. She needs to know it wasn’t me. Mark, you only know parts. I did horrible things to her.” “What did you do?” Victor asks, leaning forward at the foot of my bed. ~~~ 18 months ago. “Hey, Alpha,” Dana smiles at Evander during Elite training. She is the only female in this class. I know Evander likes strong females. I’m not strong. I’m not a warrior.