Lingering Will Keyblade Novels & Stories

With a solemn determination etched upon her face, she accepts the responsibility entrusted to her, embracing the role of defender and protector. Thorne's voice resonates with conviction as he imparts his knowledge, sharing the secrets of the weapons' effectiveness. Each blade holds the potential to turn the tide of battle, their design honed through years of trial and error. They represent Miguel's legacy, a legacy now entrusted to Zelda to wield against the very forces that took Miguel's life.

Kimber and the others stared at her wondering what was so funny, but Marcu, Dr Grigo, and Drago just looked at them. “They know,” Madchen whispered, “Yes, they know we can mind link, our secret is out,” Throughout the report, Drago stayed with Madchen, keeping a possessive arm around her waist, at least until he had to let go, and take a look at one of his patients.

Twilight asked. “Princess Mi Amore Cadenza is working with Corona and the same goes with the Mane 5” I said Twilight was furious “you knew this happened?” Twilight asked me. “Yes Twilight but don’t worry I can deal with these bitches” I said I closed my eyes and began to channel my powers “looks like Arnold just given up!” said Rainbow Dash then my swipe my arms and two different keyblades appeared on my hands the Mane 5 and Princess Cadence were amazed what the…” said Applejack the keyblade on my left hand, the blade was made out of Dharkon’s Purple Flames while the handle is made of Dharkon’s Vines. The keyblade I was holding on my right hand it’s blade was made out of Galeem’s Gold Flames

Selene traced protective sigils in the air. Rowan readied his bow, arrows tipped with moonstone. Kael drew his blade, though his eyes betrayed unease. And Elira… Elira stepped forward and raised the fragment of her old blade. The Rift shuddered. Lightning crackled overhead. The chasm opened wider. And the voice returned, louder this time: > “You are the seal. You are the key. Come to us and remember your final name.” --- She fell. Not physically—but through memory, space, time.

He stepped inside the demon’s swing, pivoted sharply— And drove his blade upward beneath the general’s armor. The steel stopped just short of Kharvek’s throat. Silence fell instantly. The duel was over. Kharvek froze. Adrian held the blade steady. “Yield,” Adrian said quietly. The demon’s jaw tightened. But he finally lowered his weapon. “I yield.” Adrian stepped back. The court erupted again—some cheering, others murmuring in disbelief. High above them, Vaelreth stood slowly from his throne.

And she knew she can't handle such weapon. "This sword is the Soul Gathering sword." Chloe looked up and smiled at Lucian. "Thanks, Lulu-chi. But I guess someone needs this more than I do." Lucian knew what she meant. He smiled softly and nodded and then they all jerked when a shattering boom was heard outside. Lucian and Chloe rushed to the window and peeked. "They're here," Chloe said, her head tilting. "But I can't find Kirsten's presence."

Carved from black crystal and bone, mixed in sigils older than their names. Elara stopped walking. Lerder stepped in front of her. “It’s a trap.” “I know,” she said. “That’s why we’re going in.” The moment she crossed the threshold, her pendant pulsed and shattered into dust. The blade dropped, clink onto the altar. Lerder shouted, shifting halfway, claws twitching. “It wants you.” “I think it remembers me,” she said. Rhys voiced, sinking to his knees beside Lyra. “That blade… it’s not just a weapon. It’s a key.”

It was the look of something that had learned how to wait across centuries. ​"You are not the weapon," he rasped. ​Lyra kept her teeth gritted, offering nothing. ​"You are what the weapon was waiting for." ​The silver key in her hand stopped its nervous vibrating. A hair-thin filament of pale light slithered out from its tip, racing across the air to anchor itself against the skin of her wrist. Instantly, the jagged brand on her chest flared in searing response. ​Cael let out a sharp, choked gasp, his entire frame bowing forward under an invisible weight.

“Wait for the full moon. Go to where the First Pack howled. The ridge still remembers. There, the bond can be cut—not by magic. Not by blood. By will.” I swallow hard. “What kind of knife?” Her smile widens. “One old enough to remember its first kill.” The words settle into my stomach like stone. Heavy. Sharp at the edges. I glance down at the claw-scored altar beside me. There are blades here—rusted, warped, embedded in bone. But none of them feel… right. None of them feel alive. Kael shifts behind me. He hasn’t spoken since she touched his jaw. I feel him watching me, but I don’t turn around.

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.