Clone Wars Anakin Lightsaber Novels & Stories

I have lightning whips, one clone has a fire sword, one has a rifle, one has a body made of light, and one has bracelets spinning around her wrists made of water and ice. The clone with the rifle shoots down the negator that was left. They can’t negate a bullet. The clone with the fire sword speeds to some soldiers and cuts their guns melting it in their hands. I use my lightning whips to do the same to the other guns. I grab one soldier's foot with the whip and throw them across the air into nearby soldiers.

The space around it warped and disintegrated due to the intense fluctuations—a clear sign that it was a superior-quality spiritual treasure. Clarkin displayed commanding poise as he held the weapon. His hair billowed in the air as he locked his gaze on Oskar and declared in a cold voice, "Show me what you've got!" In an instant, Clarkin darted forward and swung his spear with ruthless force. Unfazed by the attack, Oskar unleashed his level six royal paragon aura. He extended his hand and condensed a dark glow in his palm. He then smacked Clarkin and sent him hurtling away. The resulting shockwave created massive cracks in the ground.

Menkera laughed, and another jade lance appeared out of his palm, only this one had silver lightning swirling around it. “ This is it, vermin! Prepare to die!” Just then, Menkera looked into the eyes of Kronos. Suddenly he was in a dark room, multiple clones of Kronos surrounding him with spears. Each of them took turns stabbing Menkera; the Anansi shrieked in pain and anger as he felt the spears stab him. The pain was infinite; each time he blinked, each time he breathed, he was stabbed.

The door was solid oak with heavy locks. Beautiful, comfortable, and absolutely inescapable. Perfect. I reached carefully into my elaborately styled hair and extracted a small crystal, no bigger than a pearl. The communication device pulsed with soft blue light as I activated it with a whisper of power. "I am in," I whispered quietly. Static crackled for a moment before a familiar voice responded—rough, commanding, tinged with the kind of darkness that made smart people run. "About time, little wolf. Status report."

The Dark Messenger had told Damon before that he would be heavily rewarded if he managed to find any part of the Light Warrior's armor. Damon had put billions of dollars into tracking the armor down in the past few years but to no avail. Now that the Light Gloves had shown up, of course he was overjoyed. "Wonderful, Wilbur Penn! This sure is a surprise. I'll make your death a quick one out of respect for you. The real battle's only just begun." Damon radiated a thick aura of destruction. The next second, three clones of him forged completely out of black miasma appeared. They pounced on Wilbur at the same time, and Wilbur met their attacks head-on and reached his hand out at the clones' abdo

Sahar asked, staring fixedly at David. “Do you think this is difficult to do?” David shrugged and answered in disdain. “No! You’re not David. Who are you?” Nek noticed something was not right. Even though this person looked the same as David, he had a different weapon. David used a red long sword while this man was using a hammer with lightning bolts. He knew David could not escape from his Tri-Element Slash. “I am David!” David’s clone said with a smile. Sahar then turned his gaze toward where David had been attacked.

A light went on in Vanessa’s mind. Weapons! Of course, it’s what Lucas had been training her for. Vanessa clasped her hands together. As she drew them apart, a long, shimmering sword took shape. “Lucas!” She dropped to one knee and slid the icy weapon toward her target. It miraculously reached him in one piece. Lucas grasped it firmly, and drew it up to drive the sword through a Collector’s abdomen. Within a few moments, Lucas was back on his feet.

Remy: “Say yes whenever you want, storm queen. I’m already yours.” I exhale a laugh that’s half sob and open my crafting interface for the first time in months. New blueprints have appeared (glowing violet, marked [Deep Script Forged]): - For Lucian → “Draconic Void-Scale Wingblades” – foldable lightning swords that grow from his wings - For Remy → “Starlight Coyote Claws” – retractable gauntlets forged from the first star Coyote ever tricked

Kia said, he hadn't left yet. “ H-how did you know?” I stuttered. Was he disappointed? Did this bastard Anakin tell him?? Argh! This can't be good. “ Anakin fights in a peculiar manner that is known only by few people. Not to mention that he is the only knight and person that fights with a katana which he passed down to his regiment,” Kia explained. It felt like my hard work had gone to waste now. Maybe I should just apologize and come clean but I didn't really do anything wrong. I mean, I just trained secretly.

Dear Readers, From this point, i will continue writing the sequel of the book "The claim of his Claws.." in the same book series as "THE BETA'S CONQUEST.." In this sequel, a part of beta Lance's story will be highlighted after his abandoning of the pack. His struggles from the heartbreak and post traumatic stress disorder that he suffered after his beloved mate died. Will there be another chance for Lance or will he destroy everything coming in his ways? Will he be able to control his dark side or let it go and become a rogue Werewolf wandering in the world.