Lingering Will Keyblade Novels & Stories

She sigh, said in a low yet excited tone, “I see you become the army of yourself... As a token for the old times, utilize the blade once again and remember thy moment!” The blade flow so fast that no one ever notice as it pierce through the heart of the withering tree. Strangely, this tree glow a fading gold! The moment the blade pierce to its branches, the fading gold slowly revive to clarity, and any moment, the withering will turn into a golden glow...

I gasped. Lunar Eclipse was more of a pack of mercenaries. No one knew the real names of the pack members, as they all had some sort of code name. The Alpha of the pack was known as Shadowstrike. Shadowstrike was considered the ultimate warrior, with skills that a normal werewolf didn’t possess. He could strike his opponents down with a single blow, but it wasn’t just because he was strong. There was a rumor that he could expel some sort of energy in his attacks that could knock someone down without ever touching them.

But hunger is not the same as capacity. The fight behind us ends badly. Blake staggers back, blood on his lip. Sebastian rises, wild-eyed, half-smiling despite it. “You’re not the only one who can use it,” he says, panting. “If she won’t, I will.” Leila’s voice snaps like a whip. “No!” Too late. He dives for the key. My boot shifts. The silver slides across the floor—straight into my hand. The room stops. Leila’s face blanches. Sebastian stiffens. Blake breathes like he’s waiting for the ceiling to collapse.

The Blood Moon Key circled beside it. Lucien's Shadow Key continued hovering between the opening doors. The winged warrior watched in silence. "What are you doing?" Orion shouted. I smiled sadly. "Finding another way." The Shadow Dragon's eye narrowed. There is no other way. I lifted the Sword of Eclipse toward the heavens. Moonfire erupted around me. Golden light mingled with silver flames, forming a radiant pillar that reached into the clouds. The Crown of Luna glowed brighter than ever before. Every relic answered my call.

[System Update: New Ability Unlocked — Stormbound Assimilation] [Verdant Pulse → Tier 2 Evolution Achieved] The sky above cleared completely, leaving only the faint echo of thunder. I whispered to the silence, “I’ll carry it, Niko. The storm ends with me.” Echo hovered beside me, her tone unreadable. “And so it begins. Every gift bears its curse, Kiami Lynn. You have not ended the storm… you have inherited it.” I looked down at my glowing hand. Lightning crackled faintly across my skin, merging with the green light of the Pulse. “I know,” I said softly. “And this time, I’ll be ready for it.”

“Because, Lucan is the only one who can retrieve the Obsidian Dagger from its resting place. He's uniquely connected to its ancient energies, its layered defenses, in ways no other human could ever be. He's the only key that fits this lock." Nina's professional mask didn't slip, but Kairos saw the flicker of calculation in her eyes before it vanished. She inclined her head slightly. "Understood, sir. Lucan proceeds alone." Kairos returned his attention to the vast map, his gaze lingering on the island.

The chamber trembled as Elior steadied himself, the Veilblade pulsing in his grasp like a living entity. The whispers, once distant, now screamed inside his mind. His vision blurred, shadows creeping at the edges of his sight. Sienna’s hand on his arm grounded him, but the sword refused to let go. From the darkness, something stirred. A figure emerged—tattered robes, hollow eyes, a presence older than time. It did not walk; it glided, the air warping around it.

I want this token to be remembered for all eternity. 'Are you sure about this, Greko? I heard that he pampered his luna to the moon.' 'Do not tell me that you are getting scared of that whore? The behemoth lost because she summoned the Phoniex from the elven continent. But summoning a supernatural beast like that one needs offering and great strength. I am damn sure that the whore is recuperating right now behind that bastard.'

"Now shut up and let me work." Chloe could only watch as Ursula took Chloe's hands in her own and closed her eyes before beginning to mutter words that the blonde didn't recognise. She didn't have time to question it though, because no sooner had Ursula began to chant in her strange language, a light blue glow began to pulse from their joined hands. It grew and grew with each chant, flowing up Chloe's arms like a cleansing breeze. It felt oddly nice and calming but strange at the same time. Part of her wanted to run away from the strange light but another part wanted to stay, fascinated by what she was seeing. Witnessing such a remarkable thing distracted her from the perpetual anxiety withi

, Leonora stated. Elio got up and went to get his wallet and his car keys. “Come, we’re going to the Oracle now.” Leonora nodded, her heart pounding with a mixture of fear and determination. She knew that the only one that they could seek guidance from was the Oracle. She was the only one who could shed light on their daughter’s fate and the mysterious prophecy that seemed to entwine her life with the Moonlit pack.