Keyblade Wielders Novels & Stories

"They want to turn the 'Real World' into a 'Clean Room' where they are the only Gods!" Kaelen stood between his parents, the "Key of Absolute Existence" now a solid, glowing "Unmapped" Violet. He looked at the "Founders," then at the "Carrier Ship," then at his father. He realized then that the only way to win a "Final Revision" was to "Burn the Paper." "Dada... the Key... it’s not a tool anymore," Kaelen whispered, his eyes solid violet. "It’s a 'Self-Destruct' button. The Author said to find the 'Silence' between the words. This is the only way."

“Many centuries ago, three keys were split and give to different species. The first key was owned by the unknown, dwarves who buried it only for it to be dug out by humans and because of its resemblance to religious objects; it was passed on from pope to pope. The second key was given to the witches who would guarded it but the moment we felt the first key awakening, we sealed it inside Samuel whose body is strong enough to seal the power of the key without killing him. Then finally the third is with werewolves or rather in the heart of the moon.” “The heart of the moon.” I whispered as I remembered a tree in the Moon child pack that my parents called the heart of the moon as a child. It was

"I need you awake to witness the aftermath of the division you approved." Kael flinching wasn't enough to satisfy the rage, but his fingers—shaking like a sieve—remained curled into fists at his sides. "I know," he whispered, his voice an exhausted drawl. "The jade... it's the last key. It's waiting for the King to wake up fully." Ryan emerged from the shadows of the stone pillars, his tactical gear shredded, his face a mask of cold arithmetic. He looked at Kael, then at me, a flicker of rational jealousy crossing his eyes before he settled into the mission.

The way I sat between empty chairs, untouched food before me. She didn’t speak. Not then. But after the meal, as acolytes filed out, she cornered Kael near the west archway. “Tell me what’s going on between you people,” Morwen said, voice low, almost gentle. Kael delayed a bit. Then, bitterly: “She plays us against each other. Allows us to fight. Watches us bleed.” Morwen’s lips curved,not a smile, but a weapon. “And you let her?” “She’s the Key,” Kael said. “We’re just the hands that turn her.”

It was considered a rare weapon in the Keygate Continent. When the Tungsten Gold Sword appeared, the temperature in the canyon dropped. "Shea!" Kye's face changed when he saw Dewey whipping out a Tungsten Gold Sword and said, "Back down. Now!" Shea could barely defend herself from that palm strike. Now that Dewey had taken out his weapon, how could she take it? However, Shea had decided, and she disregarded Kye's instruction. Feeling Dewey's strong aura, Shea inhaled deeply and gritted her teeth as she pulled out a longsword.

as he walked towards me with a twinkle in his eye. As I continued to run down the stairs, I couldn’t help but think about how quiet the house seemed without Bronx, Benji and Baylor here with us. Although I’m sure if they were here, I would never have anything to eat; they were like garbage disposals when it came to food, eating anything and everything. The interesting thing about them is while they are triplets, they are not identical. It is extremely rare in the werewolf community to have this, hence why I believe they were chosen to go to the Knights League. The Knights League is a group of specialized warriors hand-chosen to support and protect special wolves blessed by our Moon Goddess.

His eyes remain fixed on me. "The child isn't simply your heir." He pauses. "It's the key to everything." My blood runs cold. Kael's hand tightens around mine. Marcus raises his sword. "And I'm going to take it." My wolf rises. Gold floods my vision. "Try." The forest erupts into chaos.

She raised her empty hand, and light shone softly between her fingers. This time, when she raised her hand, it wasn’t moonstone, nor was it a bone. It was far more terrifying. A key appeared on her hand. A key that was carved from shadows and silver lights. Its shape was shifting as if it were trying to decide which part of reality it should exist in. “The dark lord, Lord Zeus, the first Alpha wolf, cannot rise and reign again without this.” She said, pointing at the key that she was holding high in her hand.

Noah suddenly asked. Toby gulped, he became uncomfortable, “I-I am sorry Noah, but Luna gives me strict orders to return the key after I finish using it immediately to her.” He replied, “B-but if you need them, you can ask the Alpha or Luna to give you one. They are the only ones who hold your keycard.” “So there are only two copies?” “Y-yes.” ‘Ruiz, it was harder than we thought,’ but Ruiz didn't respond to his mind link. ‘He must be feeling disappointed…’

"Why did you force us to fight?" ​"To see if you were worthy of the blade," the Warden replied. He reached into the empty space of his own chest and pulled out a dagger. It was made of raw, translucent crystal that seemed to trap the surrounding shadows, yet it hummed with the warmth of a morning hearth. "This is the Key of Passing. It does not cut flesh; it cuts the illusions that hold this realm together." ​Dave took the dagger. The moment his skin touched the crystal, a surge of raw humanity flooded back into his nervous system. His violet eye dimmed, and the harsh, jagged features of his face began to soften, the skin knitting back into the texture of a man’s.