Keyblade Wielders Novels & Stories

Lucien looked at her for a long moment, something in his expression softening slightly despite everything. "When did you get so good at that?" he asked. "Saying the thing I need to hear instead of the thing that's easy to say." "I had a good teacher," Elara said. "Several, actually. Some of them didn't even survive long enough to meet me." Lucien almost smiled at that, the closest thing to levity either of them had managed since the map had finished its descent. "A clarification is required," the Caretaker announced, cutting through the tension. "The remaining four Keys are no longer hidden in the manner of the first three. The Ark actively reveals them now. Each Key selects its own Keeper."

“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.

His hand came up, fingers trembling around the red mark, and he pressed it against his own chest as if he were trying to hold the root back with his bare hands. The blackness in his eye spread. Aira reached for him instinctively and stopped herself only at the last second, terrified of making it worse. “Kael, please.” Her voice cracked. He looked at her one last time, and the look on his face told her everything. He was not leaving her. He was trying to save her by giving the house another target. The room filled with a cold sound then, like stone opening under pressure, and Kael’s mouth parted in a strangled breath. When he spoke, the voice that came out was not his. It was calm. Certain. A

Witnessing Kloudius' actions, Blake instantly threw the golden halberd he held in his hand. The giant halberd sliced through the air at an incredible speed, shattering large portions of the void. It carried a terrifying momentum as it slammed fiercely towards Kloudius. "You're asking for death!" Kloudius, infuriated to see Blake daring to intercept him at that critical moment, glared at him with intense anger. He then formed hand seals, and pressed his palms against the void. A horrifying claw imprint materialized, and it gripped the giant halberd. Following that, Kloudius angrily flung the halberd back at Blake, and it swiftly hurtled towards the latter with a terrifying force.

As soon as my fingers touched it, warmth spread through my body. The Key of Light had accepted me. The entire cavern erupted in radiant moonlight. The Guardian smiled. “It is done.” “The first key belongs to the Moon Queen.” Before anyone could celebrate, Rowan suddenly rushed into the cavern. His face was pale. “We have to leave!” “What happened?” Wesley asked. Rowan struggled to catch his breath. “James never intended to steal the key.” Confusion spread through the group. “Then why attack us?” Liam asked. Rowan looked directly at Orion.

Mike cut Shaun off curtly. "Shaun, the Dragon Slaying Saber is one of the Ten Legendary Weapons. Everyone knows that anyone who collects all Ten Legendary Weapons will be let in on a secret within." "Joseph belongs to the dark forces. If you hand over the Dragon Slaying Saber to him, I’m sure you know what the consequences will be without me telling you." Once Mike was done speaking, the Anchorage Base City Council’s core members exchanged glances with each other and started discussing among themselves.

She wasn’t wrong. I drew a breath and clenched my fists, slowly pulling the aura back into me. It resisted, angry and wild, but I forced it in, reeling the energy back like an unraveling thread. As the storm faded, so did the trembling in the air. And the moment the last wisp vanished from around my body—I dropped to my knees. The Watchers lowered their weapons at once. Kema stepped forward. His jaw was tight, unreadable. He glanced at Lysar, who still hadn’t gotten up.

I followed, because there was no universe where I was letting him face that alone. We hit the first wave hard—Kael’s blade flashing in molten arcs, my magic surging in bursts I tried to keep controlled. But the war-forms didn’t fight like the Tribunal or mortal armies. They didn’t parry or retreat. They advanced even when cut down, their bodies reforming as long as the breach behind them stayed open. One locked onto me, its helm turning with unnatural smoothness. “Key,” it rasped. I drove my blade into its chest, twisted, and let a small pulse of power burn through it. The form shattered into smoke—but the word stayed with me.

"The pull?" The eclipse. The altar. The dagger. My throat closes. Claire snarls. "Who the hell—" Kieran ignores her. "The Council’s endgame has already begun," he says, too calm. "Your child isn’t just a True Alpha. She’s the key." Arthur moves. One second he’s beside me. The next, he has Kieran pinned against the wall, his forearm crushing the stranger’s throat. "Enough riddles." Kieran smiles. Blood trickles from his split lip. "You’ll want to hear this, Alpha."

Making my way to my room, I slipped into my black tactical shirt, pants, boots and gloves readying to head out to what me and the guys called the maze. Sending a text to Papa and Madre that I was leaving and to let Val know, I jumped into my Subaru WRX and took to the wild terrain of my back yard. The bumps and dips toggled me and loosened up my body so that I could enjoy the hunt. I grabbed my walkie and let out a howl, waiting for a signal to go at any moment. "The motherfūcker is back! You're clear to enter into the game Claymore." The nickname given to me by my brothers in arms was code for battle. I clipped the walkie to my Molle webbed belt and picked up my knives sliding them into the