Lightsabers Clashing Novels & Stories

“I know about the latter one being true but I doubt that the Ripper is way hotter than Dexter.” Sandra scoffed. “Are you blind? I know he’s my Alpha and all that but I can’t lie about this. The Ripper is hotter in every aspect.” “Hotter but not… way hotter.” “Whatever,” She said. “As for the both Lunas, you can’t even compete.” “How can I compete when I don’t even compare?” She laughed. “I love your humility.” I remained quiet as I began to relive everything that had happened today but I was interrupted by Sandra’s loud giggles.

By then, she remembered a scene from Azul's memory. He was facing some kind of war and he was the only one left alive. Through the mask that he is wearing, black flame fumes. It engulfs him and he shouted in agony as if it was his last cry. Then after a second, he fell in silence. Just when he was being attacked by some people who looks like the Light Oracles, Azul stood up and raised his hands. In a deep, scary voice, he ordered, "Rebirth." When Saiya's mind returned to the present, she was shocked by what's happening all around her; shadows from the dead villagers starts emerging.

"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.

Then he threw himself at me. Once again, I dodged and dodged. It became almost like a dance. Jean would move forward and I would move back. Each miss he gave at me only seem to piss him off more. It wasn't helping that the two auburn males behind watching was giving him hell. "Ah shit. You gonna let that little bitch show you up?" They both mocked. "Wait until the camp hears how you got your ass beat by this little girl!" After about ten tries, Jean had had enough. He stopped and lowered himself down and began to shake. I knew well enough that he was preparing to shift. Though I have sparred against wolves, I usually had some form of weapon.

Unless… I gave into my instinct and the power inside me cracked outward, golden light splitting through the darkness. It raced across the ground, twisting like vines, slashing through Kael’s mist. A surge of force collided with him, just enough to disrupt the energy coiling in his grasp. He recoiled and Garrick lunged. His arm shot forward, claws glinting, as he drove his fist into Kael’s ribs with devastating force. Kael sputtered, staggering back several steps, the breath torn from his lungs.

The mist coiled around their slender forms, rendering them momentarily blind to the trio’s movements. With a final burst of elemental power, Claud unleashed a torrent of water that surged forward like a tidal wave. The Astrals, caught off guard by this elemental onslaught, faltered in their ethereal dance. Lycidas seized the opportunity, his claws slashing through the air with deadly precision. One by one, the Astrals fell, their forms dissolving into shimmering motes of starlight that scattered into the darkness.

Fighting claw to claw, our claws colliding like steel, Sparks flew everywhere. I fought him with swipes, feral and lethal. Tackling his shoulder, and howling in a way that brought imbalance. Those were enough to defeat him, but he was darker than I had thought. Fighting with smoke runes, his poisoned claws, and dark magics. His movements were slippery, leaps acrobatic. I landed a blow to his rips, blood splattering to the floor. He groaned, growling. He attacked back, slashing me in the jaw, but I barely flinched.

What had been steady turned frantic, the light flaring too bright, too fast. Cracks spiderwebbed across its surface, each one glowing with blinding emerald fire. Gasps rose. The chanting faltered. Evander’s smile froze, sharp edges of rage breaking through. “No..." he snarled, reaching forward. The Crest shattered. The sound was like glass breaking across the heavens, a scream that rattled bone and soul alike. Shards of emerald light exploded outward, dissolving into ash before they touched the floor. The pedestal cracked down the middle. The altar itself

But what the coalition was building felt like the wrath of gods made manifest. "I don't know," I admitted. "But I'm going to try." I vaulted over the wall, landing in the open ground between the two forces just as I had done when facing Kael. But this time, I wasn't alone. Silver light blazed from every Nightshade warrior as they followed me over the walls, their enhanced abilities turning them into legends made flesh. The coalition forces fell back instinctively, their confidence shaken by the sight of wolves who blazed like captured starlight. But their battle-mages continued their casting, the air itself beginning to warp under the pressure of accumulated power.

Cyra lunges from behind, his blade glinting in the dim light. I let Nyah surge forward. My eyes burn, my chest tightens, and then... BOOM. A torrent of lightning bursts from me, crackling like a storm tearing the world apart. The sound is deafening. The ground splits beneath my feet, dust flying into the air. Lyra screams as the wave slams her back, Cyra vanishes before the blast can consume him, reappearing across the field, pale and shaken. Even Cancer steps back, shielding his face against the light.