Star Wars: The Clone Wars Lightsaber Lost Novels & Stories

However, Caspian only shook his head and answered, "If I said they're not here, you'd probably not believe it." The Light Shattering Shadow Sword was destroyed, and Caspian also thought that the damage to the second-grade spirit tool was such a significant loss. Otherwise, he would now own a spirit tool. It did not matter if he could not use it yet as long as he had it. As for the Polar Light Chakram, it was now on Caspian's arm. However, since the Polar Light Chakram was in his hands now, it would naturally be his, and Caspian would never give it away.

Aradaa said. "No." Kaelor looked toward the mountains. A single, amethyst light was moving toward the peaks. "He’s still alive," Kaelor said. "Let him go." Aradaa leaned his head against Kaelor’s chest. "He doesn't have the Dagger. He doesn't have the Forge." Kaelor looked down at his hand. He was still holding the hilt of the Lunar Dagger. The blade was gone. It had shattered along with the anvil.

"To be precise, he is the most overly-protective wolf in the multiverse." Scarlett floated down through the broken hull, stepping lightly onto the ruined deck. Dressed in her sleek, midnight-blue combat tunic, the First Weaver looked like a literal goddess of the cosmos. She casually spun her starlight brush in her fingers. "System Command: Revoke," Scarlett whispered. Instantly, every single high-tech Sanguine weapon in the throne room, including the glowing light-saber in Kassius's hand, flickered and died, permanently bricked by the Origin Code.

With a vigorous yank, I shattered the chains. Powerful, shining golden light burst out from Lars' hand and a long ornate sword materialized from it. The blade was pure white like a billion stars were trapped within it, each twinkling with gold sparks. Its golden hilt was simple, yet decorative with wings cross - guard and the same seven pointed star at the center.

Death has come for us all… Kylo casually discards his weapon nearby, prompting me to contemplate how I might acquire it without arousing his suspicion. He then takes out two wide-bladed daggers from his thigh holsters, skilfully twirling them between his fingers. “I've always wanted to dance with you, Sylvan,” Kylo grunts with a wicked smile.

Ethan seemed startled to see that I was calm. If it'd been before, I would have rushed in to grab him a towel and brew him a cup of coffee to warm him up. But now, I just stood there and watched him like he was a stranger who'd shown up uninvited. The silence dragged on until he finally spoke. "Are you still upset, Megan? Look, I brought your favorite macarons!" He reached into his bag and pulled out a soggy box ruined by the rain. The macarons inside were damp and crumbling.

He quickly straddled Eric and started throwing punches left and right. It looked so painful that I felt my own face twinge. Eric finally stopped fighting back, too tired to resist, and that's when the punches stopped. "Scram!" Eric got up, wobbling, and looked at me. "Wendy, you've loved me since high school. Was that all just a lie? Can you really stand there and watch him destroy my company?"

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

He sneered, “In that case, I’ll see how you will prevent me from destroying the Ying World.” After speaking, he waved his hand and summoned a dazzling lightsaber made from Historial Power. Its radiance caused the world’s colors to shift and the ground to tremble.

Still, I took it from him, the weight of it heavy in my hands. He turned on the bedside lamp. And the moment I saw the words printed on the page, the world tilted violently around me. My ears rang with a dull, endless buzz. It was an agreement to sever our mate bond. And even through the haze of disbelief, I could still hear his voice—cold, detached, and merciless. "Lily's back. You should've heard by now." My mind went blank. It took me a few seconds to even find my voice. "No… I just found out."