Redeemed Darth Vader Novels & Stories

Below the spire, three former enemies stepped forward: Fendrel Windrider, the rogue prince; dark hair, stormy eyes, silver blade at his hip, once Nyra’s lover, then her prisoner, now her fiercest ally. Kharon Boneclaw, the beast king; furred and horned, half-man half-wolf, whose brutish oath once sought Nyra’s death, then yielded her power, now kneeling with bowed head. –Seraphiel Dawnstar; the angel warrior, golden-winged, silver-lance at side, who once betrayed her for prophecy, then surrendered heaven’s host, now humbled beneath her nightmarish glory. They bowed before the Mirror Reborn. Fendrel spoke first, voice rough with emotion. “Queen of Ash and Fire; you saved me from my own darkne

And gently Melanie placed her dirty, bloody cracked hand on his soft and tender one, he slowly pulled her out from the cage, and that's when he saw how she was bending, she wasn't standing straight like a normal human being, she bent like a monkey and she hid her face in fear, He slowly raise her face as her gaze met his, he couldn't look away from her hazel eyes which held so much pain in them, The people gathered were all staring in surprise, the other cougars were fuming in anger and jealousy but most of all the Emperor is about to lose his treasure A man came out from the dark, he was looking so tall and huge, he stretch forth a bag of money to the Emperor “Who are you?!” The Emperor gro

This thought brought a small smile to his face and he nodded satisfactorily. “I like that Djurek has finally gotten the perfect reward for his desperation and theft." He said again. "He went about conquering and making Dante look like the idiot who knew that he had been blind all this while. Oh, I can't wait for Dante to emerge victorious and wipe out these disgusting moon servers.” He squeezed his face in disgust as if these people were nothing but trash. “I hate the fact that that bitch was able to plan a counter action to the move Dante and Romeo had planned.” Gareth said, spreading a scroll map on the table.

I muttered as I looked at his smiling face in the picture. The smiling face stung so much that I felt like tearing it down. "Axel, can you hear what you are being referred to now? You are now a corpse, you are no longer being called Young master, President Axel, but now a corpse." I slowly stood up as the priest led the procession with prayers of interceding for the dead, followed by Jasper, who carried the picture of his father, then me and other people. I continuously wiped away my tears. I couldn't believe it, I couldn't watch it. Jasper was so young, yet...

Dantley's final opponent was an angry and vengeful Stephen, even Mark had been dispatched as if the Rouge army was no match for the powerful Pack Redmoon army. Setphen was lying on the grass that night under the red moonlight with blood and Dantley had ripped off part of his body. "You will not defeat Pack Redmoon, no matter what!" Dantley then blasted Stephen's body and showed that the war was over.

Her neck embraced with reddening veins caused by the newly engineered jabersnares which was fed to her. “The highest order awaits for the completion of your mission,” Csal said in a monotone voice and raised her hand along with Esee to Daeira’s head as if baptizing her. There were subtle manipulations before Daeira’s appearance returned to its normal state. “And the gateway shall be opened again.” When Daeira looked up, her white irises were gone but the animosity behind her innocent smile was there and the hunters knew that the fall of the dark lord will be in the hands of his most treasured human.