Star Wars: The Clone Wars Lightsaber Lost Novels & Stories

he stares in disbelief at my clone he stabbed which is now starting to devour him “I will tell you what happened. You weren’t the only one who used the dust as cover when our attack clashed together. I happened to swap myself with my shadow clone while the real me hid under your shadow waiting for an opportunity” “How dare you mock me!? Lord Steve Nazar won’t forgive you” “If you are as strong as you claimed, you would have been able to know a clone from the real deal but you are weak as shit” I sigh “It will take approximately thirty seconds before it fully absorbs you, and kaboom, you explode with it” “We can work something out, please” he pleads with teary eyes “I believe we can. I sugges

The pain in my chest tightens with every snicker, every cruel laugh. “That’s enough! You’re weak, unworthy. You will never be my Luna. This pack deserves better.” His words slice through me like a knife- “I reject you, Tisha, as my mate and future Luna.” Laughter fills the hallway. So hollow, so cruel. My heart shatters as our bound snaps the remnant of what’s left of me bare for the world to see. The hallow void left drowning every Pain hitting me like a tidal wave, ripping through every part of me. My vision spins and my legs give out leaving Kimberly to hold my weight as I crumble.

Dave warned and I stepped closer and firm to his side. Lando snatched the device from his hand and I'm horrified as he threw it to the ground and destroyed it. "What have you done Suarez? What on Earth?" Dave bends to pick the pieces and I felt like smacking him for being unreasonable. "You destroyed it, Lando. How could you? That was the only evidence..." He stopped and burst into laughter. He was laughing through his pains. " That's not happening Suarez, I'm not that gullible. You should destroy it further because I seriously don't need it. I already did the needful, sorry but you're late."

But Luna's unwavering determination never wavered, and they pressed on. Suddenly, they came upon a massive chamber, its walls adorned with intricate symbols and ancient markings. In the center of the room, atop a stone pedestal, lay a majestic sword, pulsating with raw energy. Luna's eyes widened with recognition. "The Sword of Light," she whispered. "Legend has it that this ancient artifact has the power to banish darkness." Amelia approached the sword cautiously, her hands trembling with anticipation. As she reached out to touch it, the room rumbled once more, causing debris to fall around them.

The planet was gone and he fell, landing on another battle planet. He seemed to have lost his bearings for a bit, and I was going to take full advantage of that. I zipped away a few light-years, grabbed the biggest star I could find and zipped back, smashing the star into the battle planet with him in the middle. I summoned my katana and held my stance. “Sword of the shard, seventh stance: Vengeance”.

"And you are our honored guest." Cassian looked around the hall. It was decorated with round tables, each with 4 chairs. There were a lot of people present, eating and drinking. "Come, I will introduce you to our alpha, the future alpha and Luna," Sylvester said. Cassian reluctantly followed. "The hall is impressive, though," Ryan muttered. "More impressive than their defense," Cassian agreed. "I would cut through all of them without even breaking a sweat." "Ah, look. Our guests are here," Alpha Robert said loudly. "Let us welcome Cassian Lancaster." He paused for dramatic effect, then added. "Yes, he is the dark-blooded rebel wolf of ShadowVeil."

"Thank you, Luna. Thank you so much. We will do whatever we can for you!! We owe you our lives and our futures." "Thank you Luna for sparing our lives so I can once again be with my mate and my pups and offering me a safe home within your pack. " I nod. 'Kylo. Mind link the warriors who were injured with you to come here.' "You will face the warriors you wounded and that I healed in a few minutes. I will explain to them your situation. And they may want to have a few words with you themselves to reconcile. You understand? But they will not be allowed to kill you. I do have one more question. What was in your pockets that clinked when one of your comrades was attacked? A warrior distinctly re

"Give... us... the... light." I looked into her silver eyes. I didn't see a person. I saw a slave. "You want the light?" I hissed. "Then take the heat!" I jammed the laser scalpel into the clone’s chest and held the trigger. The red beam melted through her synthetic skin, hitting the battery pack in her heart. The clone jerked, sparks flying from her mouth, and then she went limp. I pushed her away, my heart breaking. Killing her felt like killing a part of myself.

A faint blue glow emanated from the walls, like spirits lurking within the shadows. At last, they entered a vast chamber surrounded by towering stone pillars. In the center of the room, embedded in another altar, a silver-blue sword pulsed with a mystical glow. Aria froze. She didn’t know how, but she knew that sword. Lorian stepped forward, eyes widening. "This…" Rael shook his head in disbelief. "The Legendary Blade…" Aria turned to them. "What do you mean?" Lorian met her gaze. "This is the Sword of Light—the only weapon capable of defeating Vaelin’s darkness. But it was lost centuries ago..."

"Trust the scar. Trust the girl who stayed in the tank beside you while the droids tore the skin off your back. Trust the mud, Dante." He flinched at the name. The word Dante seemed to strike him like a physical blow, a password that bypassed the security protocols of his reset brain. He looked at his scarred forearm, then at my hand—raw, bleeding silver, and trembling with the weight of forty-two dead clones. With a low, guttural curse, Thorne dropped his pulse-blade. He grabbed my hand.