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.

She disappeared from her spot, reappearing right before Chase as her saber swung toward his neck. Chase thought it was an impressive move as he swiftly drew the Dragon Abyss Sword, meeting her strike head-on with a diagonal slash. When the saber and sword clashed, there was no expected sound of clanging metal. Summer's saber was extraordinarily flexible. It wrapped around Chase's Dragon Abyss Sword, with the blade's tip slipping through the gap, aiming directly for Chase's throat.

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.

He unleashed a series of lightning-fast attacks, his fangs finding their mark with deadly accuracy. Clive lunged at Clyde, aiming to strike him down. Clive's eyes burned with a twisted sense of satisfaction as he launched himself at Clyde, seeking to take out his anger on him. But Clyde met him head-on, their bodies colliding with a bone-shaking impact. Their clash was brutal and unrelenting. Clyde's fangs snapped in the air, narrowly missing Clive's throat, while his claws tore through the air, seeking to rend his flesh. Each maneuver was met with a counterstrike, a dance of predator and prey, as they fought tooth and nail for dominance.

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