Unstable Lightsaber Novels & Stories

The Rank 7 Mad Ox Dark Race and the hundreds of Mad Ox Dark Race beings were so terrified… that their bodies began to tremble! They could not stop their bodies from shaking. They even felt like dropping down on their knees before Lucas. It was as if Lucas had the vibe of an emperor as his presence was overwhelming and domineering. The Dark Night Family members felt the same way. They could not tolerate such pressure. 'It's too scary and way too horrifying!' Lucas took out the Dragon Slaying Saber from System Space. At the moment, he was not going to use the other Legendary Weapons. First of all, there was no need to use them. Secondly, it would seem as if he was showing off if he did so.

But her bright smile and sweet personality got rid of any negative thoughts that I had. Christine Gyamfi Stanzolio is the Light to my Shadow.

He sneered, “In that case, I’ll see how you will prevent me from destroying the Ying World.” After speaking, he waved his hand and summoned a dazzling lightsaber made from Historial Power. Its radiance caused the world’s colors to shift and the ground to tremble.

It seemed he knew something when Noah said the word “Starlight” On the other hand, Lux was trying to calm down and took a deep breath. The blonde-haired girl had a faint smile on her face, “Huft … looks like I have to use that. Like it or not, I have to do it in an emergency like this. In fact, I really don't want to use it because the side effects are quite troublesome.” Lux who showed a calm expression and she suddenly smiled faintly, it made the man who attacked her feel that something was strange.

It was a pathetic and undeniable craven existence but it was how they were winning the war. Dave let out a sigh. "No. He used a HG blade." I nodded. A brilliant man named Henry Gomez spent his life developing a UV spiked, but essentially silver based liquid that could be applied to any metallic object, leaving a coat of active poison that would kill both shade and host upon entering the their shared body. Something in perfectly balanced formula temporarily imprisoned the shade and as long as the wounds you inflicted on the human were mortal, the shade shared the same fate. The HG liquid had become as precious to us as light bulbs. It was hard to come by at the best of times, especially out h

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?”

The swirling vortex of energy shimmered, its edges softening, and the blinding light dimmed, replaced by a soft, comforting glow. Relief washed over Anya as the anomaly stabilized. The collective wave of hope, fueled by the combined spirit of the galaxy, had neutralized the weapon of despair. The whispers, now mere echoes of a cautionary tale, would serve as a reminder of the dangers of unchecked ambition and the importance of fostering positive emotions.

Not that Eva and Lucifer stopped to watch. They immediately went towards the detachable teleport module, which magnetically affixed itself to the front of the fighter itself. And when Lucifer poured power into it, wispy tendrils of dark matter extended out along its multiple frames. Like sails. “I was wondering how we were gonna get out of here in just a fighter,” said Eva. “What is it?” “Shadowsail,” said Lucifer. “There’s a house out in the Hegemony that makes parts just for this core. The sail’s huge and kinda clunky, but it’ll get us anywhere in the galaxy.”

Charon whirled, furious, but Haley was already doing something impossible— She touched the lights. Every bulb in the corridor exploded into blinding brilliance. Not electricity—something purer, something that made the shadows scream. Charon's form destabilized, his shadow powers disrupted by whatever chaotic energy Haley was channeling. "Fifteen minutes!" Dr. Miller's voice echoed through the comms. "I just need fifteen more—" A shadow blade materialized in Charon's hand—not from his own power, but from a backup weapon. Pure, physical metal coated in null-energy.

The lights above the ring cast harsh shadows across his body, every muscle defined, every movement precise. His opponent towered over most men. Not over Kane. Not really. The man swung. Wild. Desperate. Kane moved like it was nothing. A shift. A step. Like he had already calculated everything before it happened. Mona's pulse quickened as she watched. This wasn't like anything she had seen before. This wasn't sport. This was control. The man lunged again. Kane slipped past it. And then— Impact. A right hook. Clean.