Redeemed Darth Vader Novels & Stories

he paused, “But you can be.” Darth walked to my side, then dropped to his knee. “I’d put him to sleep, and I alone can wake him, but I need something in return from you.” “What do you want?” I questioned, trying to conceal my desperation and afraid I’d still slipped at that. “Years ago, I wanted you dead. I believed Seraphina’s prophecy that you were here Chosen One ordained to bring me down. But she was wrong, you are whoever you choose to be.”

My blood was still on the battlefield—just not in the way they wanted. Like this was an easy choice. Besides, Liam handled it as a favor, we won. I did owe him for that, even if that guy pissed me off. A sharp crack rang through the clearing as the heavy branches broke to the approaching bodies. The air stilled, wolves parting instinctively. The Alpha King had arrived, Liam’s father, Dalverious. He was a colossal white wolf, towering over the others with an air of ancient authority. His fur, though still thick and regal, had the telltale signs of age—long strands that once held the luster of fresh snowfall now dulled and thinned by time.

She looked at him. He was studying the orchard. The forest. The impossible thing that had grown from a season both of them had once believed might destroy them. “What are you thinking?” she asked. He was quiet for a while. When he finally spoke, his voice was almost lost beneath the rustle of leaves. “I used to think redemption was an event.” Audrey waited. “I thought it was a finish line. A problem solved. A debt repaid.” He looked toward the gathering crowd. Toward the fellows.

I had been dressed in a transparent gown that left nothing to the imaginations of these men. “Twenty billion dollars,” a man announced, exuding dominance. Our eyes jammed and shivers ran down my spine. He stared at the blonde, dragging her off the stage. “Sold to Elder Hud!” The auctioneer banged his gavel. My heart drummed in my chest. As, her pleading filled my eye drums. “Take her to the car,” Alpha Hud instructed, handing his key to one of his guards. " Well, the rest of you would be taken in by the Brawstom Pack, as the largest pack in Greenvile, they require more slaves to work in there castle. If you can cooperate with them, then your freedom would be assured" the auctioneer announced

They looked expensive. "I hope I didn't startle you. It happens all the time," he continued. Lowering myself onto one of the chairs in Denzel's study, I fixed my stare on him. "Will you go straight to the point now?" I asked, and he nodded. "A prophecy has reached me. It is a prophecy for you, your Highness. Lucas Fynnian, the one whom you rejected, has been possessed by the spirit of vengeance and maddening bloodlust. He plans to destroy every werewolf on this planet, using his recently acquired powers," he began.

A portal has been created and whoever it is that created it from my world was here already. "They've found us..." I mutter but it was to his hearing. "Who has found us?" he asks, apparently more confused than before. I quickly walk up to the doorway leading into his room and my eyes catch sight of something extraordinary. There were three different portals closing up and out of those portals were warriors from the Red Moon pack. The sigil on their outfits were hard to miss. The one who was leading them was the Alpha's dog, Gamma Connor. And from the look on his face, he was prepared to teach me a lesson.

"What are you doing? That is decades of research! You are erasing the future of the species!" Sora grabbed Dante’s wrist. He didn't break it. He simply held it, letting the man feel the raw, untamed heat of the failure he had created. "I’m erasing you, Dante," Sora said. "The world won't remember you as a god. They won't even remember you as a villain. You’re just going to be a man sitting in a dark room with nothing left but a bunch of paintings that don't belong to you." Sora looked at Vardan. The Alpha nodded, a grim understanding passing between them. Vardan stepped forward and grabbed Dante by the collar, dragging him away from the dead console.

With every bit of strength he had left in him, he kept saying the spell, even though his voice was getting weaker with each word he spoke. "Dekekrankem delenfoouud." "Please," he cried out, his sight becoming fuzzy. "Please, just let her be safe." Everything around him started to spin like a dizzying ride, and he felt his consciousness beginning to break apart. But he fought to stay focused, determined not to let go until he knew his baby daughter was out of danger. Finally, with one last push, he whispered the final part of the incantation. In a bright flash of light, the baby vanished, leaving Draven all alone in the temple. He fell to the floor, his body shaking as blood continued to flow

The whole of Los Angeles was shocked that day. It's normal for Alpha Zander to know that the land ended up in my hands. "Thank you." I took a sip of the red wine in my hand and was taken aback. It wasn't wine. It was grape juice. I looked at Alpha Zander and found him looking back at me. As I raised my gaze, it fell directly into his warm, deep eyes. This is lethal. At that moment, there was a commotion not far away. I quickly shifted my gaze and saw Alpha Marsh and Warwick.

He said to my utter disbelief. “I didn’t die uncle. I was in a coma for those two years and I just came back. I’ve missed you so much uncle Mikey. Now I’m hearing that dad and mums dead and that you erased my existence and you took over and I’m jus-” came rushing out from me in slight panick.