Lingering Will Keyblade Novels & Stories

The sword felt cold, even through the minion’s thick, clawed hands. Its blade shimmered with a subtle red hue mirroring Lucifer’s intent. The dark aura surrounding it whispered death. One of Lucian's trusted minions stared into its cruel shimmer, something unexpected flickered in his eyes, a memory.

They were two of Dexter's betas. I understood Dexter's plans now. He had given me Wolf's bane instead of the elixir, so that I would be vulnerable and weakened when his two betas would come in to beat me up and probably bring me into his party to flaunt his success of defeating the forever detested Alpha Blade. Unfortunately for him, I had been smart enough not to swallow it. The only effect it had on me was the burning and pain in my mouth which had gradually lessened "Let me ask you this now that you both are alive." I said as I watched them bring out batons. "Was it your Alpha that sent you to me to die or is it just fate?"

Caroline, a she-wolf who has been considered a monster since she was a child, can she break the tragedy spell and find her MATE?

"Since you don't listen to me, I'll do it myself!" When seeing the sharp knife light coming at him, a trace of cruelty appeared in LLeny Holly eyes. He suddenly raised the huge long saber in his hand, and a strange pink color appeared on the surface of his arm. "Brother, don't!" Seeing this, Lidas Holly hurriedly shouted. But at this time, Leny Holly had already chopped down. "Nether Withering Bone!" The saber radiance instantly stretched out. In an instant, the smell of death filled the air.

“It doesn’t work like that. The Veil doesn’t just open with strength. It needs balance. Something that belongs to her… something tethered to her essence. A key.” My chest tightened. “What kind of key?” The Seer lifted her hand shakily and pointed to the Queen’s Fang, which lay beside me—still humming, still pulsing with leftover energy. “That blade was forged for her. By blood. By fate. If there is anything that can cut through the Veil again, it’s that.” I grabbed it. The metal buzzed the moment my fingers closed around the hilt. “But a blade needs a guide,” the Seer murmured, eyes closing again. “And you… must be the one to carry it through.”

​Lyra stood her ground, the master key drive in her hand, its blue LED light pulsing in perfect, terrifying synchronization with the glowing root core. ​

“Why serve it?” The Starless shadow pulses, claws slashing, hum screeching, stone crumbling. Kalia’s orb strikes the shadow, light cracking its form, shadow-husks collapsing. Theryn’s light-blade pulses, Zynara’s vision amplifying, runes revealing a jagged Starless relic embedded in the altar, its void-heart pulsing. Taryn’s blade falters, eyes flickering, voice low. “It’s eternal.” Veyra pins her arm to stone, blade trembling, voice raw. “No more lies!” The relic’s hum surges, a deeper force stirring, air searing, Veil’s threads snapping. Kalia’s vision sharpens—the relic’s void-heart, her orb’s light its undoing. “Lirien!” she calls, orb striking the altar, light fracturing crystal, shadow

He tossed it between us, and it hovered mid-air, spinning slowly. Theron stiffened. “That blade is the original key.” “Yes,” the twin said, smiling wider now. “The one that opened the Hollow the first time. The one that drained her soul across lifetimes. And the only weapon that can end her… or awaken her fully.” “Why are you showing it to me?” I asked. “If you want to destroy me, just do it.” “Because,” the twin said, taking a step closer, “you can’t be destroyed. Not until you choose.”

“Good. Then you’ll come with me.” Kade wasn’t a kind man. He never pretended to be. He was ruthless, manipulative, and cold, but he gave me something I hadn’t thought I’d ever have again: purpose. Under his watch, I learned to fight, to lie, to manipulate. He trained me to be a weapon, sharpening me until I was nothing more than an extension of his will. And when I was ready, he told me about the Silver Blade. “It’s more than a weapon, Lila,” he had said, pacing before me. “It’s a key. With it, we can unlock power that has been hidden for centuries. And I’ll be damned if I let anyone else get their hands on it.”

He gripped the silver pike until his knuckles bled. I looked at the banners. The wind whipped them into a frenzy, the silk snapping like the cracks of a whip. The scent of rotted lilies drifted down from the hill, thick and triumphant. I reached into my tunic and pulled out the obsidian key. It was warm now, a steady, pulsing heat that felt like a living heart. The blue light had faded, replaced by a deep, translucent sapphire that seemed to contain a swirling storm. "They can fly their rags," I said.