Keyblade Graveyard Keyblades Novels & Stories

They were like a wind freezing everything they touched. I went down to the cellar. The air was thick with the scent of earth and old oak. I moved past the rows of bottles my heart pounding in my chest. The 1945 reserve was tucked away in a corner protected by a wrought-iron gate. I pulled out the key from around my neck. The Third Key, a small USB device encased in silver. And inserted it into the hidden lock behind the rack.

A key. ---

“I made you famous, I made you powerful, I made you rich and invincible and you aren’t even grateful enough to appreciate the times when we worked as a team.” “You made me a beast,” I said in grief. “Now, I’m just a villain in every wolf storybook. The anti-hero to every little wolf-child.” “Stop crying over spilt milk, Blade. There’s nothing you can do anymore, all the efforts you’ve made in the past three years turned out fruitless and when I eventually take control, I would make sure the world never forgets The Ripper.” “I’m sure you’re excited.” I said with a defeated voice.

The elevator comes to a smooth halt, the doors sliding open to reveal his private armored Blackwood Range Rover waiting in the underground bay. Kieran pulls a heavy silver key from his pocket and presses it into my hand, his fingers tangling tightly with mine. "What is this?" I ask, looking at the intricate wolf crest carved into the metal. Kieran smiles, his voice dropping into a low growl that vibrates against my lips. "The master key to the Ravenscroft Citadel vault. And the decree that names you my official Co-Alpha of the Redgrave Territory."

I follow the path that was lit up and this light shows me to this old graveyard that holds guardians who were killed in the war with the darkness hunter. This graveyard was long forgotten and hiding away from the folks by the darkness by the look at it but this graveyard as soon I notice this. This graveyard was full of Everwood's own guardians that were killed by the darkness, during the war between the light and darkness. It was one though that I never have and now what to know why now. Why will the Everwood guardian graveyard be in hiding, when they told people in the textbook that they wrote themselves, that the everwood never had a guardian from the start or that Everwood had a war? "Th

Kieran drew his blade as chunks of ceiling rained down. Then everything went quiet. A section of wall slid open with a deep mechanical groan. Behind it was a vault I'd never seen before. "Is this a trap?" Kieran asked, blade still ready. I stepped closer to the smooth metal door. It was covered in old keypads and scanners, half of them rusted beyond use. "No," I said quietly. "This is something they buried. Something they never wanted found." Subject 13 moved beside me. "They built this to hide the real Alpha Key."

He unwrapped it with trembling fingers. It was a key. Six inches long, carved from a single piece of obsidian. It hummed. The frequency was so high it made the vision in my left eye blur. The interlocking circles of the First Alphas were etched into the handle. "This is the Blood-Covenant," Richard said. He pressed the key into my hand. The obsidian was freezing, biting into my palm. "Adrian didn't find me. I found the tomb. I stayed here to keep him from the door."

It was the shadow he had sensed earlier, the one that had been drawn by the key’s power. And as he looked at its shape, a cold dread, colder than the river water outside, washed over him. The shape wasn’t random. It was a grotesque, skeletal parody of a living thing. It had what looked like long, bony limbs and a central, armored carapace. It was a Gravedigger's vessel. "They didn't follow us," Jack whispered, a horrifying understanding dawning. "They were waiting for us." He remembered Richard’s warning. They don’t chase, they erase. They hunt legacies. The key. They weren't hunting him. They were hunting the key, the last relic of his parents' legacy.

"Mr. Johnson, Ms. Stewart, the camera Ms.Stone used was a specialized scientific model. All the footage it recorded was encrypted and uploaded in real time, with automatic cloud backup." He pressed play, and the sounds of my desperate pleas for mercy and their vicious mockery played in the speakers: "Ding ding ding! You got it right, so your prize is to have the chance to use your life to win me a research slot! "Only one life in exchange for my bright future! Isn't that sooo worth it?" Luna's face went pale, drained of all color as she started trembling. Meanwhile, Zachary stared straight at the screen, his eyes widening with fear. "I-Impossible…"

I had four days left before the poison consumed my organs entirely. All I wanted was to spend whatever time I had left with the woman I loved, but I could not reach her. The next day, I learned that Enzo Marchetti, the first love she had never forgotten, had returned from overseas. "Let's get divorced. The love of my life is back." I clutched my chest as a searing pain tore through it. "I'm at the family hospital. I've been poisoned. The doctors won't let me leave.” Her voice turned sharp and cruel. "I don't care if you're poisoned or dying. Even if you drop dead the next second, you need to come back and sign the papers." The last trace of warmth inside me went cold. I answered calmly,