Vader Redeemed Novels & Stories

Blaze mumbled. "I'm sorry, young one!! First of all, we all have to make sure that Vladimir survives this and then we can start making our next move!!" Mr. Redd muttered. He went on a knee as he rubbed Vladimir's forehead. I couldn't believe father, out of all vampires will someday lay down in such manner, being completely lifeless. "I wish he makes it through!!" Mr. Redd finally allowed his emotions get a better part of him as he knelt before my father's unresponsive body.

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."

A few younglings stood nearby, their eyes wide with wonder, and not one of them batted an eyelash. "That's new," Vera whispered. "Last year, they would've scattered." "He's not the same man," Rhovan concurred. "The beast who ruled shadows wouldn't care to attend to a hurt puppy." "But change is delicate," Vera continued. "One misstep, and the trust shatters." They both knew the reality: redemption was a path traveled in one day it was a process sewn with each step forward and each fight against the self. In the clearing, Emereah went to Vladimir once more, her face an inscrutable mask. She passed him something small possibly food, or a gift and he took it with both hands, head bowed, respect

Landon raised an eyebrow. “Red Oak Hills. There was a man who cleansed vampires. They said he was giving us a third chance at life. I was feeding on a poor human girl and he caught me unawares and set me free from the curse I placed on myself. I was grateful to him. It made me weak and defenseless, but I had to continue fighting to avenge the death of my family,” Adriel explained in a calm voice. “YOU HEARD ME, RIGHT?!” He chuckled. “You became a vampire so you can kill Liam. Do you think he can be killed?” Darius muttered as he stepped forward while Aiden braced himself for whatever he had in mind.

She needed Evander. She needed Elder Cass. She went to the communication relay on her desk. Pressed the general stone twice. Then she sat back and looked at the letter and felt underneath the urgency, underneath the strategic calculation already spinning up, something quieter. Something that was about the photograph and the handwriting and I consider that a debt. Riven Vane, sixty years removed from what his father had done, choosing a different direction. It was not redemption. She was not naive enough to call it that. Redemption was a long road and he was barely at the trailhead.

"I wanted to matter in a way that helped instead of hurt." "Then help now. One last time. Show the system that you understand what preservation really means." He understood what I was asking. The final authentication couldn't come from me, someone who'd lost their humanity to gain power. It had to come from someone who'd been the villain and chose redemption anyway. Julian placed his hands on the terminal and spoke directly to the game's core systems.

“He’s a traitor. A murderer. He killed Minister Elais. He’s the cause of this many deaths and these wars occurring now. He is the catalyst and deserves to be served appropriately. Caspian’s head is to be put on a stake. Alpha Xavier met Thane’s gaze. “You dare defile my order?” Thane bowed immediately, his bones shaking. “M—my apologies, your majesty.” It was him, Thane thought. After a while, Alpha Xavier let out a hard breath as he held Caspian for support. “You shall not arrest this man for he has found redemption. This dangerous man you say, saved my life and that of my grandson.” He turned to look deep into Caspien's flickering gaze. “I owe him everything.”

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.