Vader Redeemed Novels & Stories

He had wanted her to fail so bad. A silent scoff left my lips. I should have never been content with just being the knight in the shadows. "Yes, you shouldn't have," my wolf, Vader, whispered into my ears, morphing out of thin air. "I won't make the same mistake twice." And I meant it. Life hadn't handed me a second chance to be a stupid loser. I would choose Penelope this time. My gaze flickered to her. "She's thinking," Vader pointed out. "Yes," I acknowledged him in my head.

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.

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.

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