Redeemed Darth Vader Novels & Stories

“All your other comrades are dead or arrested. Damon's in custody. Your entire operation is compromised." "Damon was always expendable." Xaviero waved a dismissive hand. “A useful idiot who thought he was a genius. No, baby, the only real game was between you and me, Kade. Two sons out to avenge their fathers. Two men rowing about something Arthur Statham buried.” "You're not getting it." "No?" His gaze shifted beyond me to Raven. "Hello again, Mrs. D'Angelo. I'm impressed you made it out of your rebel rescue attempt alive. How fortunate."

“It’s locked with a biometric trigger. Only opens for you.” Alma hesitated, then placed her thumb on the scanner. The drone sparked whirred and then projected a 3D hologram midair. A face appeared. Valen. Alive. Older. Scarred. And wearing the black insignia of The Obsidian Order, a covert syndicate Alma had once infiltrated and dismantled. Or so she’d thought. “Alma Sterling,” the projection began, his voice gravelled and cold. “If you’re seeing this, it means Voss is dead. You’ve won a battle.”

The tide of the battle shifted, our warriors rallying behind me as I led the charge. With one final, decisive strike, I brought Malachai to his knees. The darkness that had hovered over the battlefield dissipated, and I knew, in that moment, that I had broken the prophecy. I wasn’t the Dark King. I was something else. Something better. As the dust settled and the battle came to an end, I stood beside Valeria, our packs united, victorious. I had chosen the path of redemption, and in doing so, I had forged a new future—not just for myself, but for all of us.

I grabbed the obsidian blade from the altar and pressed it into his hand. "The audit is closed, Darius. It's time for the payoff." As the first of the Elders reached the circle of light, Darius didn't look at them. He looked at my neck, his eyes darkening with a hunger that was ancient, terrifying, and beautiful. He leaned in, his breath hot against my skin. "Repeat after me, Little Calder," he whispered. "I am yours." "I am yours," I sobbed. And then, the world went red.

"You promised! You said you’d find me!" But there was no answer. Only the wind howling through the skeletal remains of the Great Tower. I collapsed to my knees, the white fire in my veins flickering like a dying candle. I had won. Aris Vance was dust. The Star-Gate was closed. But as I looked at my hands—now smooth and human again, the chrome scales retreated—I felt more like a failure than I ever had as a "defect" in the Blood Moon Pack. What was the point of saving a world if the only person who made it worth living in was erased from it?

Suddenly her brother's body turned green and went up in flames. "No," she cried in a voice mixed with sadness and relief."What's happening?" "Who is she" Vador asked staring at the little damsel.She was beautiful,he thought,her eyes were green and her hair red . She was dressed in a short red gown that made her look like a real damsel. "She must be the daughter of Francis,the council's secretary," Aleister replied. "And who are you," Ava spat. "Let's just say your worst nightmare. I'm the dark lord"

That night, we traced Valen’s first broadcast. Encrypted, yes. But not enough to escape me. He was arrogant. He always left a signature. And when the broadcast decrypted, his face appeared on the screen—clean-shaven, smiling like the devil. “Ivy, dear cousin,” he purred. “Still playing queen of cinders? Don’t worry. I’ve made space for you in my new world. As a relic.” I threw the tablet across the room. Sleep never came. Instead, I found myself in the archives, staring at the memory files of those who’d died in the rebellion. There were thousands—faces, names, DNA, imprints.

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.