Unstable Lightsaber Novels & Stories

Untold She placed the candles in a circle around us as she sat back on the floor with us, I didn’t have to be part of it but I couldn’t leave Avery to herself I was the closest thing she had as support. I was in the circle I would be protected from whatever it was lurking n the shadows, sheina asked Avery for her hand once again which she gave. She began chanting those words again under her breath and the glasses on the chandelier started to rattle, the cutleries in the kitchen started to levitate and slowly the candles too except the ones surrounding us in the circle.

Sachin looked at Severin with a solemn expression. He then said grimly, "Everyone underestimated you." With a subtle gesture, Sachin raised his hand. A dazzling light emanated from it and turned into a bronze halberd. The weapon stretched nine feet long, boasting a dragon-headed blade with sharp edges on both ends. Its bronze sheen exuded a formidable aura, marking it as a premier spiritual artifact.

he thought as he threw his arms forward and large blue lights began to glow like a shield from his arms. The beam of purple light hit the shield causing a shockwave through the room, the walls shook and began to crumble, dust fell from the rafters the COG members fell back, and the ceiling shattered, shards of glass and tiles began to fall. Krona held his shield over himself as they crashed on top of him, the sound was like the crashing of a waterfall. “How do we stop this?” Shreftwood called to Warren who was now wincing from the pressure beaming down on him, he called back through clenched teeth ``We can’t, without the Harlequin staff we are useless…we must '' he grunted from the weight.

As soon as the fire mage touched the sword, the blade suddenly gave out a blinding blue light. “Woah! How do I turn this thing off?!” shouted Johan, “I think it’s melting!” “Tone down! Think of the oven! The oven!” Dorin shouted back as he fended off more attackers. The light dissipated, ending with a pale blue light. The blade itself was made of molten blue flame, it danced upon its edge as if it were alive. The people around Johan stopped in their tracks, mesmerised by the flaming sword. “I-It’s a genuine magic sword!” gasped one of them.

I rambled on. “You have the same auras but yours is brighter. Every ruler of the Underworld has to be an heir of the Light.” I understood nothing from what Mismaia told me. I know it’s probably a serious matter but I just can’t wrap my head around it. I was just cooking mini donuts and waffles like a second ago. I get minimum wage and she’s telling me I’m practically like royalty. “I wanna believe you. This is just not normal for me.” She held my hand. I swiped it away. “I’m sorry.”

Shani's POV "Savaric! What the hell happened to him?" my vision was getting blurry, I was suffocating. No no, no no....he promised me! His handsome face was very pale, his back shield was broken and mashed badly. I wouldn't have to imagine what kind of damage caused to his back, his spine...oh my god, will he be able to walk or even sit again? I didn't have the strength to stand up anymore and was about to fall if Sabina was not there to support me.

Nobody knows what he is thinking. He didn't want to control the situation now is because he was sure about his security system that is the world best, nobody can break that and also he wants to see how far this time his father goes. He knows that coward and dumb man can't do this alone but whoever is helping him, he wants to see that person capabilities before declaring the war. *** On another side, "What is the progress?" "Madam we did it but the security system is very strong we can't break the last track"

“Prideful Sword: Dance of the Half-Moon” A calm voice contrary to the anxious state of the Monkey Queen rang out from within the white light capsule, and a very thin sword light flashed past the walls of the cave. The beam of light was dimmer than all the ones Mane had produced before, yet occasionally a few sparks surrounded the sword light and lit up the place. It moved like an elusive shadow. Like one drunk with wine it moved randomly and unusually. So much so that its trajectory could not be discerned. And it was with such trickery that it travelled forward and struck the two drones.

The ground was so hot that even through their thick, rubber-soled boots, Audrey could feel the soles beginning to soften. "Don't look at the anchors directly!" Lucas warned, his light-arm glowing with a violent, unstable violet hue. "If you see the point where the light meets the iron, it’ll burn your retinas through your goggles." They moved toward the first tether. It looked like a solid spear of golden energy, ten feet thick, vibrating with a low, bone-shaking hum. The air around the anchor was distorted, shimmering with the intense ozone of the Southern technology. "How do we cut a beam of light?" one of the scouts whispered, his voice trembling.

Made of shifting light and void intertwined, it pressed against the edge of reality like something testing a boundary it had never crossed before. Luke moved instantly. “No!” he shouted, launching upward. His blade ignited, cutting through the air as he struck at the emerging form. The impact didn’t explode. It absorbed. Luke’s attack vanished into the hand like it had never existed. He froze midair. “…what?” The hand tilted slightly. Curious. Then— It spoke. Not aloud. Not even in their minds. But directly into existence itself. “He is unstable.” Luca stirred in Lily’s arms. And smiled.