Vader Redeemed Novels & Stories

And now, this group wanted me to join them in stabbing my own father at his back. Oscar stepped forward and held me on my shoulders. He looked me straight in the eyes. Surprisingly, the gesture calmed my throbbing heart. “My friend, I know how difficult this situation is for you. Alpha Vladimir was still your father. But think about the future of Moon Valley. You know that sooner or later you will become our alpha anyway. So why wait for more of our people to suffer? We need you, Adrian. You are the only person capable of beating the Death Eater.”

The Elder said adamantly. The Alpha turned around, and I gasped as his dark orbs met mine. Slowly, his lips curled into a smile. “Good thing she's here. Now I can deal with this,” he said, his eyes solely focused on mine. What was he planning? My heart sank with unease, but nothing could have prepared me for what happened next. “Mara Reid, I, Dresden Wade, reject you as my mate.” He declared, pointing at me. It was like thunder, striking my insides. In an instant, the bond broke and pain sprouted through my body. I held back a whimper as I stumbled across the floor.

I walked toward the door and stepped out into the corridor, closing it behind me with silence. The hallway was dimly lit, the torches mounted along the stone walls burning low. Wade was waiting exactly where I knew he would be, in the darkest stretch of the hallway. When I approached and stopped in front of him, he immediately lowered his head in a deep bow. “Alpha Villion,” he began formally. "The Salvator’s pack is victorious. They have won the war.” "Were any of the alphas killed?” I asked. “No, Alpha Villion,” he answered without hesitation. “There were injuries, but none of the alphas died.”

Which meant… we had a common enemy. And for the first time in a long time, a small spark of hope ignited inside me. “So they ruined all our lives,” I whispered. They turned toward me. “I was used. Manipulated. My pack’s safety was held over my head. I can’t imagine what they did to you.” “You really can’t imagine,” Damon muttered, eyes glowing red as he met my gaze. The pain there made my chest tighten. Raven let out a humorless laugh. “I guess I don’t need to wonder why they moved you to our floor anymore. They wanted to mock us—with another person destroyed by the same force that ruined us.”

Shadows remained, but for the time being at least, control, protection, and redemption had won out. Alexander looked at his people. "The war is over, but vigilance never ends. We have demonstrated to the world that loyalty, courage, and initiative are stronger than fear, chaos, or deceit." Cassandra met his glance, calm but resolute. "Redemption is a choice, and I choose to act. Every time, wherever it is necessary."

It was a bruised, electric crimson, the atmosphere vibrating with the return of a power we had thought we’d buried. "We have to go to the Red Planet," Vala said, her gills fluttering in a frantic indigo rhythm as she stood in our courtyard. She was accompanied by Krell and a handful of Syndicate veterans. They didn't look like farmers anymore. They looked like soldiers who had just seen a ghost. "We don't have a ship, Vala!" I shouted, the wind whipping my dark hair across my face. "The Vanguard-01 is ash! The reactors are dead!"

He was pleading with us to hear him and the look of anguish on his face had everyone shocked into silence. "I know there are shifters out there that have revolted against the pack, but that is why Alpha Marcus has been going out and rescuing groups of humans and creatures alike to bring us all to a place we can feel safe. Life does not have to be this way. With his help we can gain control of our world back and make it into a place we can raise our children without death and blood." I know letting go was going to be hard, but it did not make since to fight this. I stepped forward facing my Chief. "Chief, you have always trusted me. I have saved everyone in here from dying at some point. Plea

he asked, closing his eyes as he cast his dice. "Sýnnefa took everything away from me. It destroyed Gryaz. It killed my parents. It destroyed my home. I needed to take my revenge, to prove that I was not Gryaz E-009, that my name was Red_Two," the much calmer man revealed dully, unmoving and falling limp. Was Red_Two expecting violence or punishment for his confession, allowing himself to be placed in such a vulnerable position, Emmet mused. He may have a complex borne out of the guilt, even if he hadn't done anything yet.

Something dark and dangerous. [We have to go back] Evander must have felt that dark entity too when his green eyes turned crimson red. He flinched. I had never seen Evander flinched before. [We can’t! We have to make sure my father is still alive, Evander!] I started to panic. A snarl rumbled in his throat. [Not now, Holly. There is something that wiped all these rogues here. I won’t gamble your life going further in this place.]

“How. Dare. You.” “Queen Carnelia,” the Moon Queen calls me by my chosen name, and I pause, my body naturally relaxing as I think of my mate, the drake who gave it to me. “Please, try to calm down.” “Are you two working with Thalan?” I demand, searching the shadows behind them. “Is that how you rescued Miracle? Because the last thing I saw was my baby being crated off by the Moon King and his monks. I’m dead.” “You’re not dead,” my father corrects me. “Just decorporealized.”