Clone Wars Anakin Lightsaber Novels & Stories

I turned away from them, needing a moment myself to calm my own rage as well as Erebos who was seething inside me. ‘They will pay for this treason.’ He snarled, my hands beginning to itch as the swell of power grew from him. ‘If Amara has been harmed, they will meet their end.’ I quickly balled up my hands as small red lightning sparks started to jump between my fingers, not wanting to start a fire or hurt the people behind me. “I’ll get the Commander to assemble the Knights as quickly as possible.” I said, pushing Erebos to the back of my mind so I could focus on what needed to be done. “We’ll leave as soon as they’re all ready.”

he hissed at her. “But my Grandfather?” she whined. “Take this,” he said pulling Light Stick's necklace from his neck. He'll protect you as long as you wear this. Do not come here for aid. Go East as he says, you will find peace.” he said waving his hand across the sky. “When the sky bleeds red, you must battle Little Dove.” he pushed her away from the fire.

frequency erupted from his palm, and the beam didn't just stop; it began to turn violet and gold. "I don't want to be a blank page," Kaelen said. Behind him, the hundreds of refugees let out a collective roar. But the white light didn't fade. It began to take the shape of a massive, silver-white claw, miles wide, descending from the sky to crush the rebellion before it could breathe.

With a loud hum from the flying sword, the shield before him abruptly crumbled into specks of light in the air, though he still managed to deflect the sword! He could feel cold sweat trickling down his whole body as yet another flying sword followed, striking like a viper for his head yet again! "Hmph!" In the urgency of the situation, Tarkin still proved his rank of Scion rank three, drawing his sword with his quick reflexes! Clang! Both swords flashed as Tarkin's sword struck the hiltless flying sword, but amid a deafening clang, Tarkin's sword began to shatter! "What?! How?! This is a Noble-grade weapon!"

“Do you really think you can reclaim what belongs to me?” Clara stepped forward, golden energy radiating from her hands. “It belongs to my family, and I will protect it! I will stop you!” With a roar, the battle began. James struck first, swinging his staff with precision, knocking two shadows off balance. Bridget directed civilians nearby to safety using tactical commands, though the area was abandoned, her movements precise and commanding. Mike activated his drones, sending electric pulses that stunned the remaining shadows, giving Clara space to act. Clara focused on the Shadow Leader. Golden light streamed from her hands in controlled waves, clashing against the dark tendrils he hurled t

The darkness within the sword fought back, but she pushed through, determined to unlock the light hidden within. As the Ascendant closed in, Ethan charged forward, his sword clashing with the creature’s dark magic. He fought valiantly, his strikes fierce and relentless, but the Ascendant was too powerful. It swatted him aside with an impact of great energy, sending him smashing into the divider. Clara's eyes snapped open, and she felt a surge of power rushing through her. The sword in her hand flared to life, its light blindingly shining. The ancient presence she had felt within the blade was now fully awakened, its power flowing into her.

*Bram* “Walk with me, Commander Bram.” Alpha Kaelen gives me an order, and I obey it, even though I’m immensely busy at the moment. We are in the process of preparing for our newest attack against Moon Falls Pack. Normally, our preparation doesn’t involve any sort of weapons because it’s considered dishonorable for wolf shifters to fight with weapons. But… Alpha Kaelen has decided he doesn’t care about honor at this point. He’s willing to do whatever it takes to destroy the enemy. So we aren’t just loading up the supplies we will need–food, water, shelter, supplies for the healers–but weapons as well. Metal claws that fit over our regular ones, body armor, even bows and arrows and knives tha

It rotated swiftly around him with a resonant hum. Boom! A terrifying explosion erupted, sending the clones flying away. “Hahaha!” Emperor Stavros laughed and roared, “James Caden, did you think I am made of clay...?” Before he could finish his sentence, a dark shadow flashed before him. A long spear moved with lightning speed and pierced through his Ultimate Golden Body at the chest. In that stunned moment, he realized James had somehow gotten close, wielding a black spear that gleamed with an evil red-purple light.

I was on them before they could rise, jaws closing around throats, shaking until cartilage crumpled. My warriors were magnificent. They fought in staggered ranks, claws and teeth flashing, wolves lunging and retreating in perfect synchrony. But I saw the strain. I saw the way their movements slowed, the way blood loss made their steps heavy. Dawn was still two hours away, and the rogues showed no sign of thinning. Anakin’s voice cut through the link between us, sharp and urgent despite the exhaustion threading it. "Something’s wrong." I drove my claws through a rogue’s chest, felt the heart burst beneath my paw, and answered without turning back.

45 Caliber 1911 pistol which he showed me and I wondered where he got such a piece from. Clara has a Katana and can shoot guns perfectly too, he said they've both been going for combat trainings since they were kids. Clara prefers using her melee weapon than guns as she's swift and more brutal with it as Austin described. He said the infected that bite her caught her unawares when they where scanning an abandoned building to see if they can get something useful.