Lingering Will Keyblade Novels & Stories

“You are the part of that line that cost me her. Lila is the part that did not.” The assistant closed the book with both hands. “Without the sister present, the stable path is closed. If you continue, it has to be the alternate method.” “Then use it,” the leader said. “It will take more from her than a clean combined draw. The condition has to be forced from one body instead of balanced across two.” Elara’s head jerked up. “You heard him. You do not have Lila.” “I have you,” the leader answered. “And I have no intention of pausing this stage because the preferred key is locked in your pack’s sealed room.”

Finally, standing at the doorway with my suitcase, I took one last careful look around this bedroom I had lived in for five years—and in that moment, I found I felt no attachment to it whatsoever. I turned and left, resolute. High Sorceress Helena was waiting for me on the pack's back mountain, astride her golden lion mount. The massive, gentle beast crouched down, inviting me to sit upon its back. Just as I had placed my suitcase on the lion's back and was about to mount myself, I received a text message—from Lucien. "Gaia, why are you blocking me from our mindlink again?" He sounded like he was complaining, but he didn't dwell on it. He quickly sent a photo—a picture of the setup for our f

"Rowan! Wake up!" "Jordan?" Rowan replied. "Don't move! Just stay there" He said. "Leviathan is holding Willow captive and you are allegedly unconscious on the floor to his left" "I know what to do, just get ready" "See this right here? It's a poisonous knife. If I don't get what I want, I'll put it right through her heart and she'll have a slow, painful death" Leviathan pulled out a sword but Rowan suddenly stood up and speared him to the floor with a growl.

Sparse trees lined the perimeter, their branches swaying gently in the breeze, casting shifting shadows that danced across the uneven terrain. Claud stood in the center of the clearing, his eyes gleaming in the moonlight, his senses heightened by the full moon’s pull. His sharp gaze scanned the quarry as he stretched, feeling the energy coursing through him. His muscles tensed in anticipation, ready to pounce at the first sign of movement. Beside him, Lycidas stood, the eldershard crystal hanging from a silver chain around his neck. The amulet itself pulsed with a faint, eerie glow, a beacon of power waiting to be tapped into. Lycidas’ hand hovered over it as he glanced at Claud.

She felt it, the cold, smart pressure of the hunter, coming closer, learning their fear with every second. “Do it,” Liora said, her voice all hard focus. The Lead Sister put the glass compass on Kael’s chest. The swirling black needle snapped straight to his heart then she took Liora’s hand and pushed it to the cold glass. “You are the key,” she said softly. “Turn it.” Liora didn’t reach for cold power. She reached for the link, the terrible pull killing Kael. She focused on it, and instead of fighting, she gave in.

The area was deserted, the wind howling through the night and whipping my hair, sending chills down my spine. I scanned the altar. It was the sacred site for the Alpha Succession Ceremony, etched with dark runes that radiated a sinister aura. "You've lost your mind!" I struggled, but the chains suppressed not just my body—they sapped my strength as well. "Mind? No, I've never been this lucid," Liam said, raising a sacrificial dagger that pulsed with malevolent energy. Ancient runes were carved along its blade. "This is the legendary artifact, capable of forcibly stealing another's power. With your purest Luna blood, I will gain the strength to dominate the entire pack."

Where the threads of destiny become unbreakable chains. Alpha Elric, the venerable elder who had watched over every Luna ceremony for the past three decades, his face a map of ancient wisdom, stepped forward. In his gnarled hand, he held the ceremonial blade—an obsidian dagger, wickedly sharp, its hilt wrapped in intricate silver ivy, blessed by the Moon Goddess herself. Its dark surface seemed to absorb the moonlight, a silent, potent tool of destiny.

"Jack wolf, please!" With a surge of adrenaline, Jack Wolf summoned every last ounce of strength. The spear shone brighter, its power surging through him like a river of light. Eryndor's eyes widened in surprise as Jack Wolf's grip tightened, the spear's tip pressing deeper into his chest. The dark magic swirling around him began to falter. Eryndor stood on his ground. The air was electric with the clash of steel and the scent of sweat and blood. Eryndor's Shadowing dagger seemed to dance in the moonlight, its dark blade slicing through the air with a haunting screee-ksss.

“The shape of this key hole… Where have I seen it before?” He furrowed his brow, closed his eyes, and started to dig through his memories. “The Ouroboros Blade!” The Ouroboros Blade was a treasure that used to belong to the Winged Serpent School and was now in Zephyr’s possession after he took it from the Leed Clan. “The handle of the Ouroboros Blade looks exactly the same as this key hole!”

The girl, who prided and found pleasure in coning sugar daddies with her late boyfriend. The fifteenth law of power…All great leaders since Moses have known that a feared enemy must be crushed completely, if one amber is left alight, no matter how dimly it smolders a fire will eventually break out. More is lost through stopping halfway than through total annihilation. The enemy will recover and will seek revenge. Crush him, not only in body but in spirit.