Female Darth Vader Novels & Stories

He removed the black leather gloves, exposing long, bony claws in place of human hands. “If that is the case, I understand why she is kept in a cage like an animal. I heard Vrionis goes everywhere with her, raping and using her as he pleases!” “What?!” I said, feeling a wave of anger so profound well inside me. Dane let out a curse. When I looked in his direction, I saw the hands we joined had lit up in a blue flame. “Calm down, Saraya,” Dane cautioned.

I needed to taste the victory! “Mistress, you have a visitor”, I heard the voice of one of my demon warriors. Just great. I was agitated to begin with, all I needed now were visitors and small talk. On a cue, the irritating, ever annoying, pretentious she-wolf, dubbing herself a future Luna Queen, waltzed into my tent. I never understood what Dark Lord Khor saw in her, I found her insufferable truth to be told. Standing there, acting as if she owned a place, her mere presence was agitating. She tried to exert her aura on me, tried to show her dominance, as only a fool would do to a demon of royal blood such as me. “Lady Daria”, she said, in her pesky voice, although at least she had shown so

“What?” The lady responded softly. “That fancy king, Darius, his newest chick, the one who made him crash out and lose control of his powers. She had an injury while trying to get into the female pack team and fainted.” My Heart jumped. Really?

And from the injury on his face, he had a hard time. “I found her hiding in an underground cave,” he said wearily. I was stunned. This was a woman?! I stepped forward and yanked off the sack that was covering her head and was met with a pair of golden yellow eyes and jet black hair. Hailey gasped and I turned to her. “Do you know who she is?” She gave a soft nod, trembling as the golden eyes stared angrily and accusingly at her. “She is the right hand of Lady Vadala, one of the three royals here. She has a pack and she makes it compulsory for all wolves to be trained as warriors and has an elite army of the best female wolves.”

I say, denial clear in my voice. “Do I?” He turns back to the tree line and gestures his head for someone to come forward. In a pair of skimpy, black, athletic shorts, and a hot pink sports bra, her cleavage is on full display. All the rogues begin to drool over her. Her brown hair hangs loosely, as she uses it to frame her giant tits. “Hello, Darius. Daya.” She says with a know-it-all attitude and in a flash, Daya has shifted back to her wolf and is lunging for Mara.

In her vision, almost every corner of the room was covered in the blood and corpses of the wariors. "This can't be, in just a moment they've taken the lives of several of our wariors. No!" Luna Cery growled. "Come on, Mom!" called Rhena with an expectant look. "You go first, maybe it's time for mommy to give help to the herd," Luna Cery replied briefly. Age said he immediately moved forward to face the attack of the Alpha Female Sniders who continued to move forward. The Alpha Female's movements were wild and smooth.

“That’s our girl.” Commander Hartfell gave a single nod, like he’d just seen a prophecy confirm itself in real time. I couldn’t stop looking at her. Hair wild. Eyes glowing faint silver. Wrapped in the chaos she didn’t ask for, and still standing. Still Daeira fucking Seralyn. I leaned in, dropped my voice to that low, raspy tone that always makes her spine straighten, and murmured, “You know, you might just be the most powerful woman on this planet.”

But still I couldn’t move. And what do you know? The woman was none other than Sabrina Rudolf, Vandal’s daughter. Not by blood, because just like Jonathan, Vandal had also turned a mortal and adopted her as his daughter to rise in the public’s eye. He liked to copy other people sometimes and this had been one such incident. She had her hands braced on Damien’s chest, head thrown back in pleasure as Damien lowered his head to the slender column of her throat. And that was when his eyes met mine, those vibrant emerald orbs bore holes right into my soul.

"Turns out it is true what they say, a feral knows no friend from foe, and a feral fights to kill." Daemon was not amused. "I apologize." His lips turned down in displeasure, a shadow of regret passing over his features. Vladya waved off the apology. "Are you sleeping better now?" "I am truly sorry, Vlad," Daemon repeated, the guilt plain in his voice. "Take a hint, old man. I am trying to change the subject here,” Vladya said, dryly. "Are those nightmares still plaguing you?" Daemonikai sighed, nodding reluctantly. "I do not mind. Better to stay awake than to relive those moments. So, who is she? The female you fed from? The one who quenched your thirst?"