Star Wars: The Clone Wars Lightsaber Lost Novels & Stories

She smothered it with her own rage, her own memories of the Slums, her own hunger for revenge. The light was blinding. A shockwave of pure, unadulterated lunar energy ripped outward. Ethan dived for cover as the server racks were pulverized into dust. The silver and glass fortress groaned, the structural supports twisting like tinfoil. When the light cleared, the clone was gone.

The Dark Messenger had told Damon before that he would be heavily rewarded if he managed to find any part of the Light Warrior's armor. Damon had put billions of dollars into tracking the armor down in the past few years but to no avail. Now that the Light Gloves had shown up, of course he was overjoyed. "Wonderful, Wilbur Penn! This sure is a surprise. I'll make your death a quick one out of respect for you. The real battle's only just begun." Damon radiated a thick aura of destruction. The next second, three clones of him forged completely out of black miasma appeared. They pounced on Wilbur at the same time, and Wilbur met their attacks head-on and reached his hand out at the clones' abdo

The night air was heavy with silence. The damaged street looked like the aftermath of a storm. Shattered glass covered the pavement, abandoned cars stood with their doors open, and the few people who had witnessed the strange battle had fled in terror. Liana stared at her trembling hands. The mysterious blue light had disappeared, leaving no trace that it had ever existed. "What... what was that?" she whispered. She looked at the stranger standing before her. Only moments ago, he had fought three masked warriors with a sword made entirely of light. Now he stood perfectly still, his expression unreadable.

Yet beams of white light vanished into the void before anyone could grasp them, as if everything had been severed. It was a chilling sight—treasures that were clearly there but impossible to seize. Everyone wondered where these treasures could be taken to ensure their retrieval. A deafening explosion rocked the void, its powerful energy erupting and scattering in an instant. "What's that?" someone shouted, the shockwaves from afar leaving the crowd shaken. A streak of white light flashed by. Everyone's eyes turned toward it, filled with a mix of fear and astonishment. Among them was the young man from Sacred Lunaland, who had been fiercely fighting for control. In his hands now was a longswo

Diva paused in the doorway of an enormous room. The ground was strewn with shards of broken mirror, each with partial reflections of the past—a past of love, loss, and endless struggle. In the center of the room, balanced atop a pedestal, sat a glowing fragment of mirror. Its beam was peaceful, nearing in upon her. Varin invited them in. "That is the Fragment of Light," he said to them. "It holds in it the promise of rebirth, but at a price. To claim it, you have to let go of that which binds you to your sorrow."

I demanded. “You opened the box.” She started fidgeting her fingers for a second. Eventually, she agreed and handed me the pendant. I put the gem on top of it. We watched it seal itself around the pendant. Then it glowed. I stepped closer to Mismaia so she can have a see. It was showing me something again. It was mom. Looked like she was in a park or something. She had in her hand what seemed to be a broken, slab-shaped quarter of a circle. It was small, the same size as a water bottle cap. And it looked old and worn down. It had inscriptions on it but I couldn’t quite make out the words. It’s in gibberish again.

Lawrence’s POV The very air tore apart with a thunderous crack as the God‑Emperor became a streak of blinding white light. His solar blade, burning with the heat of a dying star, drove straight—unswerving—toward Maya’s chest and the living cradle held safe in her arms. My mind formed no battle plan. My body moved on raw, blind instinct: the Alpha defending his den.

, a hundred blades suddenly elongated into three foot lengths of blue light. “Light sabers!” Jasmine gasped, her eyes enormous. Jayems’ eyes flicked to her briefly. “Energy blades. Blue Death.” He returned his attention to the fray. Faced with a solid wall of lightning, the riders sheered off, shouting blood curdling war cries as they tossed glowing white balls into the mass of soldiers. Unless struck from the air with a sword, dazzling white light exploded where they hit, coating the soldiers with glowing powder. Only one grenade struck, and those soldiers immediately removed from the field.

In just a split second, it dispersed into thin air. On the other hand, the ray from Lucas' saber continued to head for Dark Warrior as it made the latter’s face turn pale. Dark Warrior quickly took shelter and somehow managed to shake off the horrifying ray. Dark Warrior was about to let out a breath of relief when he lifted his head only to see that Lucas had appeared before him. Evidently, Lucas was wielding the Dragon Slaying Saber! It seemed like something appeared in the other world as a sacrifice was made in the real world!

The first time she visited Z in her room, she sprang at her back as she looked out at the window and had almost killed her by falling had she not grabbed Z by the scruff. Zoriah stood next to Z, her face faced towards the Shadowests who were readying their lanterns above their head. “The world is ever-changing, child! You know, as I do, that Legends are in need of replacement. Alas, the eyes that behold it all, that see through the deception of fate, were taken away from its owner and, thus, I cannot be of help.” Smiling, Z watched the lanterns danced with the wind, moving up towards the darkening sky, becoming smaller and smaller until the cloud covered them from view.