Clone Wars Anakin Lightsaber Novels & Stories

Sylvan mutters with amusement as his eyes turn black. Kylo rushes forward, his body poised with determination. One arm extends in front of him while the other rests by his face, a fierce expression etched onto his lips. “Mine…!!” Zion howls, ripping the tranquilizer from his neck. With a sudden burst of energy, Zion springs to his feet, propelling himself forward. Using Sylvans' back as a platform, he swiftly seizes a sword from Sylvans' hand and leaps into the air, brandishing the weapon triumphantly above his head. With a rapid and powerful swing of his sword, Zion swiftly removes Kylo's head. He then lands gracefully in a crouching position, just a couple of feet away from me. His stance

CLANG. The impact was like striking solid mountain basalt. A blinding fan of golden sparks erupted into the dark, but the sentinel’s iron leg didn't bow. The weapon barely notched the dark metal. Before Killian could reset his guard, the sentinel swung its massive, three-pronged clamp downward, catching the broadsword’s thick blade and snapping the five-foot steel bar in two as if it were dry pine.

"Stay with the guards, sweetie. Mummy has to finish a conversation she started a long time ago" Ray’s POV The scent of cedar and ozone, Vanessa’s scent, filled the air, even through the smoke of the skirmish. My soldiers were faltering. The "latest technology" the scouts had warned me about was no exaggeration; automated turrets and invisible barriers were picking my men apart. I wasn't here for the food, though that’s what I told my council. I was here because of the look in her eyes earlier that day, the way she looked at me like I was a monster who had murdered my own blood.

Good. It knows my weapons. It knows my heat, my speed, the angle of my blade, the way I turn rage into forward motion. It does not know Sarah. Sarah lets her body go suddenly slack. The clone holding her adjusts for dead weight. Just a fraction. Sarah bites its wrist. Hard. Not tactical. Not elegant. Human teeth through synthetic skin. The clone looks down. Renn throws the blade. It spins badly because her arm is half-numb. That is why it works.

He rose with brutal force, clawing across the clone’s chest, each strike heavier, more desperate. The fight dragged on — claws tearing flesh, teeth ripping fur, both staggering, bloodied but unyielding. The cavern echoed with the sound of wolves locked in a duel for dominance. At last, Aeron saw the falter. The clone’s strikes grew sloppy, his stance wavering. Aeron seized the moment — slammed him against the stone, fangs sinking deep into his throat. The clone convulsed, then went limp. Aeron ripped away and let the body fall, panting, his muzzle dripping red. The imposter twitched once, then lay unconscious, defeated.

he answered. He unzipped the bag, and from within, he drew it slowly. The Spear glowed faintly, red flames dancing around it as he held it before us. My eyes widened. Even from here, I could sense the power radiating from here. “This is the weapon,” Arkon said, voice steady. “The instrument that ends centuries of darkness.” I couldn’t hold it in. My chest felt tight, and I blurted it out before thinking. “Then that’s it, right? We go to the kingdom, and we kill them.” My words came out sharp.

Leia POV: I hardly slept at all last night, my bite wound was not healing like it should and Una has been rather quiet and hasn't said much. So for safety measure Brandon is taking me to Julie and I'm sure she is going to rip my ass up again. "How much pain are you in?" Brandon asked. "I don't want to walk, too much pressure on that side makes it worse. Or it feels that way at least." I replied. "Let me have a look at it." Brandon said and I raised my shirt. I let him take the bandages off and heard him sigh. When I looked down it was starting to turn black. "You can ride on Lane, let's go." Brandon said, helping me to my feet. I went to take a step forward and dug my nails into him, "What t

"Holy Jesus! They're a lot. Also they have lightsabers. Are they here to fight with us?" "No , they're here to worship us.. failure!" Ivaan pulled out his light stabber and a red blade popped out from his lightsaber. "I see you're prepared!" Aarnik also pulled out his blue blade. Men in black rushed up to them, encircling them in the middle. They were ten in number, each wielding a lightsaber. Ivaan and Aarnik took their position with their backs to each other, their lightsabers pointed down to the right, and their hands raised to right to left. They observed their opponents assuming their own en garde stance.

AVA I stood beside Derek and our team, my heart pounding in my chest as we crept through the shadows of the Golden Claw Palace. The night air was thick with tension, and I could feel the weight of our mission bearing down on us. We had stolen codes and inside information that would help us slip through the back gate undetected, but I knew that didn't guarantee our safety. As we moved closer to the palace, I felt a strange sensation building inside me. It was as if my bond with Cane was growing stronger, like an invisible thread connecting us across the distance.

The Rogue crumpled, its form shifting erratically as it breathed its last. Luna Light's eyes darted around, tracking the chaos. She spotted a young pack member, barely out of his teenage years, being overpowered by two Rogues. Without a second thought, she grabbed a crossbow from a fallen warrior and aimed. She fired, the arrow striking one of the Rogues in the side. It let out a guttural scream and turned on her, but she was ready. She reloaded and fired again, this time hitting the Rogue squarely in the chest. It fell, writhing in pain, and she rushed forward, pulling the young pack member to his feet.