Redeemed Darth Vader Romane & Geschichten

I chuckled weakly, and she nodded. "That's not all, though. The Lycan kingdom has fallen." "W-what?" I stuttered, feeling my stomach tighten. "The war is over. Apparently, Denzel succeeded in getting rid of Lucas when he came here." I stared at her for a moment, relief sinking deep into me. It was strange how the war had ended so quickly. Especially since Denzel was not in good shape. He had channeled his power into my body to sustain me. I was sure that it had taken a lot out of him. How was he then able to subdue Lucas?

A tall guard wearing a dark tactical uniform stepped inside. However, he did not look like the usual cruel men Chandler sent to drag me out of bed. His face was young, and his eyes held a strange mix of pity and hesitation. "Good morning," the guard said quietly. He did not yell or call me names. "What do you want?" I asked, pulling my hands into my lap to hide the blood. "I am not here to take you to the basement," he explained quickly, holding up a small piece of folded paper. "I have a direct message from the Pack Seer. She reviewed the lunar charts last night. The official rejection ritual date is set for this coming Friday at midnight."

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.

The blood continued to stain the white-tiled floor. - - With Alpha Draco dead, the war was easily won. The Jaders turned out to be excellent in weapons, coming from the ancestors of hunters. Not long, the Red Blood pack has surrendered, or at least the rest of them who weren’t killed. Just moments before dawn, Harper, Damon, Brayden, Norton, Anthony, Asher and the little Hector got the old camp back. This time, all for themselves. The Jaders also were welcomed to live with them but Jade chose his own pack, independent of the Red Blood.

Darius asked. "I stayed up all night and trained for this event, I did my best and now you take everything away from me just because of some agreement?" I asked. Darius then said, "Well, the agreement is agreement but you could make more money. In community service, you could kill slot of goblins and earn rewards from the village you assist." One of Darius's guards then came forward and handed me over a paper and said, "Lord Darius has indicated that this would be the last adventure you would have in Westeros and then you move with him back to our kingdom immediately."

She hadn't seen him earlier because he'd just returned from patrol, but Alpha Carl looked so different from when she last saw him almost two years ago. Turned out that Vader, Beta of the Blue Scorpion pack, miraculously escaped after Logan's raid, which ruined his plans to kill Alpha Danister and the princess and succeed the throne. He left the pack and wandered rogue for nearly a year before coming to form an alliance with Alpha Carl. Only one thing remained prominent in his mind; revenge against the Red Lotus Alpha and his treacherous mate.

Kaelor asked, strapping himself into a seat designed for a smaller man. Aradaa plugged the core into the pod’s auxiliary port. A holographic log flickered to life. Vladya’s face—not the hollow mask, but the man he was before the shadows took him. "If you're seeing this," the hologram rasped, "I'm dead. The Overseer is a lie. The Aethelgard Empire is a ghost. The ships are empty. A few hundred families living in a VR dream while the drones do the killing. I was a sleeper. A virus in his system. Use my override code: Zero-Zero-Reset."

The people mumbled amongst themselves as the guards arrived with the prisoners who were bounded with vervain ropes. They were were made to kneel in the middle of the stage, facing the direction of the VIP tables. Once again, silence dominated the crowd. "These three traitors over here" Vader continued. "Were sent by Lord Kylo to assassinate our dear Leader and the Supreme King, but all thanks to Absalom, they were caught just before they would carry out their evil act. Although, they've confessed and pleaded for mercy, but we show no mercy to traitors!!! And Lord Galadriel has already ordered their execution.

Hedeon Villa 🎋🎋🎋🎋 "Any news on my truck yet?" Hadeon demanded, his eyes narrowing into slits as he glared at the spy standing nonchalantly before him. It's been days since that truck was stolen, and in those days he hasn't had the effortly to step out. While hiding away from his deeds, his own people has seen him as a weakling. Hadron Adorn was the second heir to the Adorn’s empire, who became a successor to his father after the death of his elder brother.