Metal Keyblade Novels & Stories

The sky was streaked with broken strands of golden light, thin as torn thread, invisible to human eyes but clear to his. A smile spread across his face. “At last, you are gone.” Something dropped from above. It struck the ground near him with a hard crack—a dragon scale edged in gold, its center filled with translucent light that shifted through different colors. The Shining Keeper’s key. The key to command this physical world. Yonah picked it up. Heat rushed into his hand at once, deep and powerful. Then, without hesitation, he drove the pointed end into his chest, straight over his heart.

“Of course it is.” He bent, studying the bronze plate around the keyhole. It was notched at four points, tiny glints of star-metal winking from the corners. Star-iron, mined from the mountains, hammered thin, fitted clean. Too small for a blade to get purchase. Too precise for a pick. “Special key,” he said, straightening. “Not a rod. Something shaped.” “Like a sunwheel,” I said, thinking of the floor. “Or a medallion.”

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?

He slowly lifted his hand. His fingers trembled. It was a key. Old. Black. Iron. Salt stains covered the metal. Just like the box under the maple tree. Aren stared at the key. Long. Very long. Then he heard a voice behind him. Easy. Tired. Trust me. “Please tell me that you also see it.” Mira. She was in the hallway. Barefoot. Bleach. And stared at the same key. seconds later Kai appeared. Then Elio.

I replied, as I forced open one of the dead warrior’s hardening palms and held up something sharp and shiny. “What is that?” My beta asked, intrigued. “Our intruder’s precious key.” “That’s not a key!” Zane argued, surprised. I smirked and inserted the thumb-sized, carved, gold blade in the room’s lock. The smallest knife known to man slid into the hole smoothly. Zane’s jaw dropped when we heard the light ‘click’ sound; before we knew it, it had already opened the lock in a jiffy. “It is a key. To the room and the cowardly Alpha’s identity. Make sure that Titan’s announcement about the Luna Trials reaches these packs. I have my suspicions … ”

He had run through the motion a hundred times, memorizing the feel of the blade in his hand. Viktor's head was tilted to the side, his mouth slightly open, his breathing ragged. The key hung around his neck on a thin silver chain, glinting in the dim light of the gallery. It was smaller than Evan had expected, no bigger than his thumb, with a tiny USB port at one end. The metal was polished and smooth, clearly well cared for. This was Viktor's most prized possession, the thing he protected above all else.

The seventh light rose from Lyra's chest. Slowly. Beautifully. Then it took shape. A silver key. Ancient. Glowing. Alive. The Null King screamed. And the Key turned toward Lyra. Before speaking its first words in eternity: "Choose."

I gritted my teeth. "Leave her out of this." "Then make her choose." Lyra's grip tightened around the Blade. "I choose him." The Blood Flame laughed. "Then prove it." The Devourer opened its enormous jaws. Crimson energy gathered inside its mouth. My father stepped forward. "Lyra, wait." She looked at him. "There's something you don't understand." "What?" "The Blade of Dawn isn't only a weapon." His gaze shifted toward the golden sword. "It is a key."

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

he dared me, his hands retreating into his pockets. I clawed at the silver. I looked for a seam, a latch, anything at all. The more I pulled, the tighter the metal gripped my skin, the runes glowing a faint, warning blue. I couldn't even get a fingernail under it. "Only a Master Key can open that," Alejandro said, rattling a small platinum sphere in a glass case. "And I’m the only one who has it. You’re ours now, Victor. Every inch." I didn't give him the satisfaction of a breakdown. I turned on my heel and marched out of the office, my heart thundering. I found my room—a sprawling suite of white fur and floor-to-ceiling glass. It was a cage, but it was a magnificent one.