Star Wars: The Clone Wars Lightsaber Lost Novels & Stories

He winked at me and tap my purchase before leaving. He's really annoying. He is so full of his self. I would have walk when I notice there's a chocolate bar in my cart. I don't remember buying it. I'm on my way on returning it since I have thought that Knight is the one who put that. But as soon as I am putting it in a shelf, I notice that the chocolate was already scan. It means that it's already paid. Does Knight forgot it or he's just giving it to me? Good thing I haven't spend all the golds in my card. I need to buy some stuff for our class. I need notebooks, pen and paper, and a bag too.

It repelled everything he said so that the only thing on my mind was what I had settled on doing. I could not play by the rules with people who could change the rules to suit themselves. ‘Be careful,’ Anakin said as I dressed that night. ‘When am I ever not careful?’ As I left my room, a glistening light caught my eyes. It was night. What could be shining? Ah, the Moon’s sword. I used it to decorate my room since my father had blocked everyone who showed even the slightest hint of interest in it. “You may be useful tonight.” I grabbed the sword and set out.

“Oh right. She’s Moonbound now. Chosen of the stars, wielder of some fancy glowing sword and—what else? Secret heir to a throne that doesn’t exist anymore?” “Cass,” Tess warned. “No. He’s right,” I said. “It sounds insane. All of it.” I looked down at the blade again. The crystal that once encased it had shattered across the floor like broken glass. The runes were still smoldering, burnt into the stone. “But it’s real. And if we don’t stop it—then everything we’ve done, every drop of blood we’ve spilled—it’s all for nothing.” The others fell silent again.

Sara’s saber began to glow with a golden hum, its light pulsating and radiating power. Danial’s eyes narrowed as he analyzed the situation. The sword had transformed, and something in its aura warned him to be cautious. He took a deep breath, instinctively stepping back as he realized this was no ordinary blade. He could feel the energy crackling around it, vibrating in the air. Sara’s lips curved into a confident smile. She waved her saber in a swift arc, the light from the blade shimmering in the dim underground training hall. "Don't blink, Danial. You’ll miss it," she said, her voice filled with thrilling anticipation.

she whispered, and she didn't know if she was apologizing to Ronan or to herself. "Don't be. You made the right choice. The only choice." Ronan's breathing grew more labored. "But there's something... I need you to understand. Something the Unmaker didn't know. Something I learned from Clara." "What is it?" "The light... it's not a thing you possess. It's a thing you... carry. And when you carry something long enough, it leaves... an imprint. The Unmaker took your light, but it couldn't take... what the light made in you. Do you understand?"

"Grab the Star-Breaker! It’s the only way!" I looked at the pedestal. Resting on it was a blade that looked like it was made of solid starlight. It didn't have a hilt, just a raw piece of white metal that hummed with a frequency that made my soul ache. I scrambled toward it, but Malakor was faster. He lunged at me, his mechanical claw extending into a long, sharp blade. He swung, and the tip of the metal sliced across my leg. I fell, the pain a sharp spike in my brain.

Right when he was about to go look for more, a terrifying sound exploded near him. A weird sword light measuring three feet long was flying up and down in the air. It looked like a snake hissing, while its dense aura permeated through the air. This sword light was incomparably fast and in no time at all had locked on to Zephyr’s clone as its target. Zephyr was too preoccupied with the horned dragon wood and thus had let his guard down. “Die!” The opponent seemed determined to kill Zephyr’s clone with a single attack, not knowing that the clone was only a vessel.

The other children accepted this perfectly reasonable battle strategy without question and charged off toward their imaginary enemy, waving sticks and shouting battle cries that were far more enthusiastic than threatening. Kaelor watched them with his arms folded across his chest, a faint smile tugging at his mouth. “You’ve just been replaced,” he murmured when I stepped closer. I glanced at him. “I noticed.” “Our son gave away the only sword he owns.” “He also armed his ally. Strategic thinking.” “You’re encouraging him.” “I might be.” “You shouldn’t.” “I probably shouldn’t.” Neither of us could keep a straight face. Our eyes met, and for a heartbeat the years between us thinned like mist.

A light went on in Vanessa’s mind. Weapons! Of course, it’s what Lucas had been training her for. Vanessa clasped her hands together. As she drew them apart, a long, shimmering sword took shape. “Lucas!” She dropped to one knee and slid the icy weapon toward her target. It miraculously reached him in one piece. Lucas grasped it firmly, and drew it up to drive the sword through a Collector’s abdomen. Within a few moments, Lucas was back on his feet.

Gallain and Daftmonk’s hearts both jerked violently, having sensed a murderous aura that emanated from these guys. Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh… Something that looked like a lightsaber shot out from their hands. It was more than a meter long. One of the men walked up to one of the Demigods who was still alive. He pierced that Demigod’s chest with the lightsaber without giving him a chance to speak up. “You guys… What are you trying to do?”