Star Wars: The Clone Wars Lightsaber Lost Novels & Stories

Jacob grasped her warm hand to reassure her everything will be alright. "I'm alright Jake you don't have to worry about me!" she said and gave him a warm smile. The people are gathered in the wide plaza that served as their training ground. They still have their weapons with them not even letting their guard down a little bit. A mocking smile formed at the corner of her lips.

She gently traced my tombstone and whispered, "You are the starlight that vanished from my sky." Finally, my soul began to fade. Thank you, my sister.

What happened? "I wish I knew but, I really had no idea," Leon answered calmly. That's weird as fuck, it's been known that he has no necro, but that sword is a 'Lightbane,' a sword specially made for Charlanders where its strength depends on the owner's necro. A lightbane, if touched by a new owner, will react and glow respectively to the amount of its owner's necro. Lightbane has its own necro counter, it will determine its owner's strength and will adjust accordingly. The more the necro, the stronger the sword will get. However, it has only a limit of up to 500 necro count. If there are lots of necros, it will shine very bright. If there is little to average amount of necro, its glow is so

Shadows exploded outward in a wave of darkness—and then began to unravel. Lucian’s eyes widened, his grip on his sword faltering. “No… this isn’t… how it ends…” Selene met his gaze, unwavering. “It ends with the light, Lucian. It ends with hope.” The darkness receded like a dying storm. Lucian crumpled, his armor cracking, shadows fleeing his body like rats from a sinking ship. His final breath was a ragged exhalation—then nothing but silence. Selene staggered back, exhausted, the Lunaris Blade now dull and lifeless in her hand.

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.

I have lightning whips, one clone has a fire sword, one has a rifle, one has a body made of light, and one has bracelets spinning around her wrists made of water and ice. The clone with the rifle shoots down the negator that was left. They can’t negate a bullet. The clone with the fire sword speeds to some soldiers and cuts their guns melting it in their hands. I use my lightning whips to do the same to the other guns. I grab one soldier's foot with the whip and throw them across the air into nearby soldiers.

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!"

They watched the same thing happen to Xander's lifeless body and Natasha knelt next to the solidified lava of the boy who had ended up dying in a last shot at redemption. Lucas approached her. "He left this," he handed over the shield, which was the same one that they had found back in Xander's locker except it was much bigger this time. It was just a sleek black piece of fine metal and rounded at the edges, almost looking circular but maintained its square shape. Natasha handed it back. "Keep it," she said, "it suits you." "The Darkforce has been restored," Diana added firmly. "This has all been a crazy moment in time," came Franc, "but I think we should get out of here before the border se

Moreover, the beastly aura and raging energy pressure radiating from it could not be underestimated! That green fox with orange eyes roared and stared at Philip, who was slashing away in the air! Then, it crouched down and jumped up. It raised its sharp front claws and slapped the incoming white lightsabers! Clang! In an instant, the approaching white lightsabers were shattered by the green fox’s claws and scattered all over the venue! Boom! Some unlucky spectators failed to avoid the fragmented lightsabers and were pierced and seriously injured! The guards quickly took action and carried the injured people away.

But her bright smile and sweet personality got rid of any negative thoughts that I had. Christine Gyamfi Stanzolio is the Light to my Shadow.