Lingering Will Keyblade Novels & Stories

"The Silver Vow? You mean... the one he used to butcher them fifteen years ago?" "It didn't just 'butcher' them, Kendrick. It erased them. That blade was forged to sever the connection between a marked soul and the Inverse Moon. Without that sword, you aren't fighting mere wrewolf but fighting creeps that can't easily die with silver." Mom stopped at the edge of the gazebo, her shadow stretching across the floor. "And right now, that 'key' thinks I’m one of the monsters it’s supposed to kill. If I can't hold it, we're sitting ducks,” Malcolm mumbled.

Chance they had was to battle their way to victory, but with the sword's power abated, how might they possibly win? Suddenly, within the darkest minute, Clara felt something, a faint whisper, a presence inside the blade, distinctive from the dim energy she had felt before. It was antiquated, more seasoned than the Ascendant, and it appeared to be calling out to her, offering a glimmer of hope. Clara closed her eyes, centering on the presence inside the sword. She felt its power, buried profoundly underneath the layers of obscurity, and she knew that if she could open it, they might have a chance.

Black steel, Alive, Waiting. She stepped forward and took it, Pain lanced through her fingers as it fused to her palm, Every choice she’d ever made bled into the metal. It knew her. And it knew what it had to do, Not to kill the First Quill, But to outwrite it, The moment she gripped the blade, her name returned in full: Liora Liolai Nightwind.Daughter of mercy, Descendant of fire, Refuser of crowns, Wearer of them anyway.

Levi shouted, slashing at a shadowy tendril that breached the barrier, only for it to reform instantly. The colossal hand lunged, its fingers grazing Autumn’s arm, leaving a searing cold that made her gasp. Her silver light flared instinctively, blasting the hand back, but the effort sent her to her knees, the curse’s pain intensifying. The altar behind her glowed brighter, its runes pulsing in time with her heartbeat, as if awakening to her presence. The voice in her mind—her mother’s, or something older—whispered again: The bond is the key. Without it, the power will consume you.

Once they were all on the ground, Nya jabbed each of them in the throat with the staff and then used it to pluck the keys from the belt of one of the men in the middle. “That was a lot easier than I would’ve imagined,” she muttered to herself, knowing her ability to see their movements before they made them gave her all of the advantage she’d needed. Down the hallway, she heard Slate continuing to battle on and imagined there had been even more troops arrive down there. She needed to hurry. Nya knew which of the several keys she needed to unlock the door, so she quickly thrust it into the keyhole and turned the handle. It clicked open, just as she knew it would.

He walked towards me, grabs me by the arm and hugged me tightly. “Destiny, please come back” I heard him crying. “Hikaru…” I returned his hug and rest my head on his shoulder. As he wipes his tears from his face, he apologizes. He sat down again, his head was looking at the ground. “You’ve inherited Destiny’s sword, might as well have her throne.” “NO” I shortly replied, he looked at me. “And never ever!” an angry voice was heard. Hikaru stood up in surprise, I was still holding the sword. On the staircase stands, Aiomi.

"One of the things he had on him when he was caught was a silver locket with a picture of twin girls inside. I was told they were about thirteen years old, with white hair and purple eyes." I wiped a stray tear from my cheek. "That's the last picture we had taken of us before..." Before I'd hacked my hair to my shoulders and did my best to forget who I was and what I could do. "The locket was Lills. She gave it to him for good luck right before he left." "It could've been stolen." I nodded. "Maybe. Is there no way we can find out for sure before we leave? Without involving Lillith?" "No. Even if we had time to interview the two survivors ourselves, it wouldn't make a difference. They've alre

Behind Robert the circle grew smaller and some drew weapons, which flashed electricity at the tip. Alisha recoiled when her paw touched the edge and some stones fell into the void. -Blaren what do we do? - He said through his mind touching his neck with his nose to get his attention. -Do you believe in something? - She mentally denied and didn't think it was the first time she did. "You know we have no other alternative," he said, stepping back until he was at the top as well.

Its hilt glowed faintly violet, and the air around it rippled with suppressed violence. “What is that?” Marisella asked, her voice low. “The Sigil Blade,” the Seer answered. “A weapon tied to her bloodline. Hidden until the echoes resurfaced.” Eryx cursed under his breath. “If that’s here, we’re in more trouble than I thought.” The pendant pulsed again, stronger, and Marisella felt her knees weaken. The air became heavy, pressing down on her shoulders. Somewhere in the distance, thunder rolled—not overhead, but below, as if the underworld itself had shifted.

Her heart clenched. “You’ve always belonged to me,” the Harbinger said. “Before time gave you another name. Before loyalty chained you to the lesser.” Lyra stepped forward. “He doesn’t belong to you.” The Harbinger’s gaze moved to her. Those eyes - like bottomless voids - took her in as though he were cataloguing the flaws of a statue. His smile deepened. “And you must be the fire keeping him chained. Curious.” His gaze slid to the sword in her hands. “Velyria. The blade of the dying star. Tell me, child… do you even know what was bled to give it life?”