Battle Ready Lightsaber Novels & Stories

RIVER: (laughs) Didn't your mama tell you not to lie? MAKEITH: No, but my momma taught me to get rid of my enemies. Infinite Dark Saber (a big black sword appeared and he grabbed it) RIVER: Oh, I think I have two of those (smirks) Fire and Ice...Torchic and Ice saber (two big sabers appeared and he grabbed the ice saber putting it on his shoulder and he held the fire torchic saber on his right hand, facing the ground) MAKEITH: You...you can use this weapon....it's an ancient ultimate weapon

What happened? "I wish I knew but, I really had no idea," Leon answered calmly. That's weird as fuck, it's been known that he has no necro, but that sword is a 'Lightbane,' a sword specially made for Charlanders where its strength depends on the owner's necro. A lightbane, if touched by a new owner, will react and glow respectively to the amount of its owner's necro. Lightbane has its own necro counter, it will determine its owner's strength and will adjust accordingly. The more the necro, the stronger the sword will get. However, it has only a limit of up to 500 necro count. If there are lots of necros, it will shine very bright. If there is little to average amount of necro, its glow is so

Hope Elara crouched in front of him. “How about...” She lowered her voice dramatically. “We go build lightsabers instead?” His entire face changed. “Like Anakin?” “Like Anakin.” “Wait.” Valduz looked at her. “You can do that here?” Zenep immediately spun around. “What’s that?” “Light swords,” Zoey proudly explained. Then his eyes widened. “Like Snips?” “Yes.” “Mommy, me too!” Zenep bounced excitedly. “We ride later, D.A.D!”

"We are stronger united!" As we channeled our magic, a radiant barrier formed around us, pushing back against Baddy's dark tendrils. I felt the energy of my warriors flowing with mine, a powerful current of light that surged through the battlefield. But Baddy was relentless. "You think this light can save you?" he cackled, his voice dripping with disdain. "You are merely delaying the inevitable!"

"We'll find our own time." Under cover of darkness, Rei signalled for Minos to attack on three. Rei pulled out one of his daggers and pointed towards the shorter, injured drow. Minos, however, signed that he didn't have a dagger on him, and gestured towards his sword. Rei shook his head, Minos agreed. Drawing a sword from its sheath is too noisy for the stealthy approach they're trying to pull off. Rei grabbed another dagger and tossed it towards Minos. The young noble tried to catch it but his hand hit the edge of a table and the dagger clattered on the floor.

Then, after a long, tense moment, he nods. Ryker swallows, schooling his features into a mask of indifference. “So be it,” he says. But his voice isn’t confident anymore. A gong sounds, signaling the beginning of the battle. I step onto the battlefield, the crimson light of the blood moon bathing me in its glow. I will end this. Not just for myself. But for every omega, every forgotten soul who was told they were too weak to fight back.

soldiers emerged, armed with light-lances. "Lucas, take the right flank!" Audrey commanded. The battle on the salt-flats was unlike anything in the 130,000-word history of the North. It was a war of extremes: the blinding white of the salt vs. the pitch-black of the Void-Capes. Lucas fought with a savage, one-armed grace, his prosthetic light-arm clashing against the Southern spears. Every time he struck, the violet-and-gold sparks created miniature sun-flares.

As we chatted, Thomas came over with a bowl of piping hot special mushroom soup and a few small dishes for me. In the blink of an eye, the butler and the other servants had vanished from sight. He watched me until I had finished everything, then he finally relaxed and leaned back on the sofa. Without any preamble, he asked me, "I've agreed to help you get your revenge on him."

It smelled of damp stone, old hay, and solitude. Makil was already there, warming up with a series of fluid stretches that further betrayed his training. He wore similar clothes to yesterday, and two practice longswords were thrust into the ground at the center of the yard. Leigh arrived silently, a shadow detaching from the deeper shadows of the archway. She'd re-braided her hair tightly. She said nothing, simply walked to the center, pulled one sword from the earth, and tested its weight. "No rules," Makil said, pulling the other. "First to yield, or be disarmed."

The story of the battle of the king who turned into a dragon demon against a swordsman, was immortalized by people into a legend and a story that continues to be told to their children and grandchildren. Two hundred years later... in the middle of the village which was completely covered by snow, a young man ran in a hurry while carrying a plastic bag in his right hand. His name was Chyou Chen, that man had a title that was very famous in every continent. he was dubbed as the lightning foot. His speed when running, was able to rival a swordsman at the Bone Forging level. That morning, he was chased by dozens of warriors, while walking leisurely in the middle of the city.