Keyblade Wielders Novels & Stories

"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 a Scream. ​Kael fell to his knees, clutching his head. It felt like a hot needle was being driven into his brain. His vision fractured—he saw the forest, then he saw a grid of violet lines, then he saw a memory of a woman with silver-scarred hands reaching for a golden light. ​"The Master Key is gone," the Whistler said, walking toward Kael. "But the lock... the lock is still there, waiting for a new hand." ​The Iron-Clad soldiers surrounded Kael, their serrated blades gleaming in the mist. Kael looked up, his nose bleeding, his grip on the Hush-Blade failing.

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…’

“Tell the others.” A pause. “Tell Knox.” Another pause. “Tell Marcus.” Another. “Tell Conrad.” Hansel nodded rapidly. “The four keys must be together.” The dream world flickered and the goddess’s power pulsed beneath my skin. “The Veilborn Key.” I touched my chest. “The Wolf of the North.” Knox. “The Witch of the South.” Hansel. “The War King.” Marcus. Hansel swallowed. “The four keys.” “Together.” The realization hit her instantly.

"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.

I walked over calmly. "Enough. You’ve proven your strength. But now, you will give me what I need. The key." He shook his head. "You’re reckless. You’ll doom us all." "The Spirit World holds answers and energy that I must reclaim. The war ahead needs it. I need it." He looked into my eyes—perhaps seeing the conviction there—and slowly, painfully, handed me a glowing silver key. "Use it wisely, Azanlin." "I will." The moment the key touched my hand, the lake began to churn. A golden bridge rose from its center, shining with ancient runes. I stepped onto it, feeling the pulse of every realm beneath my feet.

The guards loitering around would do the needful; I trusted that. Kaida happened to be the only surviving member of an ancient bloodline, and that wasn’t the problem. The bloodline in question was the Kaelith’s. I had been restless ever since I found out. Who could have thought that she belonged to a family that had been purged from the pack years ago? When I learnt that she breached the veil, I ought to have known that she belonged to the Kaelith’s bloodline. They were the only werewolves who could do weird things.

His eyes bulged at the sight of a tall figure clad in dark garb and a face-covering veil, holding out a key toward him. At first, Cao Yunding assumed it was merely a fellow guard. But at a glance at the man’s garb, it was clear, this was no guard, but an intruder. “T-that… where did you get that? And who are you?” The mysterious figure closed the distance, still holding the key out as though to offer it. But when Cao Yunding reached for it, the man seized his hand in a vice-like grip. The sickening crack of shattering bones echoed through the night.