Unstable Lightsaber Novels & Stories

“THREE! TWO! ONE! ACTION!” Jordan found himself shouting, he hated that he was back to the traditional way of directing becasue these humans won’t learn how to stick to simple instructions. He was having it bad and he needed to deal with it as fast as he could.They were supposed to be close to shooting some of the last scenes but here they were still trying to get the characters comfortable with each other.

Bags that students used were dimensional storage devices and they are readily available and cheap. Everyone heard what the machine said and looked at the right corner and a small disc-like weighing machine could be seen over there. Max went near the machine and placed the cylindrical storage unit on the machine and it disappeared. Max then looked at the manual in front of his hand and it was written A-grade lightsaber. "An A-grade lightsaber! let me test it out", exclaimed Max in joy and supplied some of his mod energy to the cylinder-shaped mod in his hand and a 1 m long silver light blade appeared in front of him. Everyone looked at the lightsaber and congratulated Max and they were happy

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

Kai muttered. Damien’s expression darkened. “We need to talk about Benard Sawyer.” My stomach tightened. “You’ve found something?” “Yes and no.” Damien moved to a desk and pulled out a scroll from a satchel. “I’ve been studying their weapon—the ones they’ve been creating in Darkfire. It’s unlike anything I’ve seen. The base elements—gunpowder and wolfsbane—are unstable on their own. But when combined…” “They become lethal,” Kai finished.

Dark. "Come on Claus, cover me…" I say to my best friend and right-hand man. Before I go out behind the car and shoot the motherfuckers who decided to come attack me. "Just do the Dark shots," he replies, looking at me with annoyance. He smiled when he noticed how much it overwhelms him to have to shoot, he's not that good with weapons, at least not like the rest or Max. I look over my shoulder through the window of the armored van in which we came to have a clearer idea of ​​the location of the men attacking us.

I always assumed they just lost track of each other over the years since she left for college. According to Stephanson, Jed's serum expands his muscle and cuts off some of his brain nerve receptors. Makes him like a walking machine, only meant to give harm from a single word. Anna's was the opposite; her serum was meant to enhance her brain receptors and make them have more endurance. They jammed information into her and made her read and watch television at all hours of the day. They weren't allowed to be normal, they were only allowed to be trained thieves.

Gray asks him, as we all take in the wreckage that was our camp. Strips of cloth and bent and broken metal, that just a few hours ago were tents, lay in tatters, skewered all over the ground. Tons of blood stains the dark brown forest floor. Torn pieces of bloodied flesh scattered across our campsite. I can’t help the sigh that escapes my lips. Luckily, nobody is paying any attention to me. “They’ll be okay,” Bo answers, his blue eyes dark with the reality of our current situation. “I’m just glad we haven’t been giving the new ones any wolfsbane. Who knows? Maybe they’ll learn to control it on their own.”

I choked out as I dragged myself to my feet using a bar stool. Mila turned towards me. "Come with me." "Why would I do that?" The dark cloud flooded the room. The glow of the lights gleamed hazy paths through them, making it just light enough to see. I pushed as much energy as I could to my fingers. I tried to pull energy from the cloud, but it felt just as empty as Mr. Kline's dead body. I guessed I would have to rely on the swords. I commanded the light and dark swords to my hands. They flared to their full size cutting through the darkness. I gave into them. I willed them to fight for me, and they became extensions of my arms and my soul.

The blame he was throwing at me was too much for me to handle, so I would let him take over. Looking down at Saber, I noticed her eyes moving beneath her lids. A constant to and frow that was driving me insane. I wonder if I shake her if she would wake up. This was getting to be too much for me to handle. What if she didn’t make it through the bonding process. What if the bond didn’t form? I couldn’t feel her as I sat looking at her. I hope she wakes up soon.

The sword light blinked again, as if it alone controlled all the gods in heaven, and it wanted to be the first ray of sunlight in this new era. Zephyr’s unassailable Focus swept up crazily and crashed again and again against the sword light. Each crash brought about an earth-shattering sound. This murderous action would have made all the gods quake in their boots. The rolling bladed energy was like a burning flame that brought about the fall of the galaxy. Looking at the sword light, it brought about a piercing pain to his eyes. However, he did not divert his eyes away from it at all, instead he focused his gaze on it, matching the sword’s fighting spirit.