Metal Keyblade Novels & Stories

​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. ​

"The thing that needs a Kaeldris heir to open the door from the inside." The room went absolutely silent after that, and in that silence — beneath the blade's pulse, beneath Ryker's grip, beneath the name moving through my blood like a thing that had always been there; I understood, for the first time, the full shape of what Malachi had been building. It wasn’t basically a restoration, it was a release, and I'm the KEY.

His golden eyes looked down to my hand, which was still tightly holding the silver keycard of Kaelen. Caleb opened his eyes a little, and then tossed his head back and gave a bellowing, yell-like laugh that reverberated against the steel walls. O, this is good stuff, Caleb smiled, glimpsing his long canines. He drew near, with one big hand on the glass cabinet immediately beside my head. You were playing the master key That’s Kaelen, you were playing his master key. You did not steal the King, you played him the heir You stole him through his very nose.

He was something entirely new—a living weapon that had outgrown its creators. "Kael..." Natalia whispered, stepping into the damp cell. The mutated commander didn't salute this time. He slowly extended his massive, scale-covered left arm, his claws opening to reveal something nestled in his palm. It was a heavy, ancient iron key, stamped with that same three-headed serpent sigil, dripping with cold mountain water.

Click. A narrow drawer, perfectly concealed by the woodwork, slid open. I didn't feel surprised. I felt a grim sense of recognition. Resting on a bed of black velvet was a heavy brass key. The bow was shaped like a serpent with tiny emeralds for eyes. I reached out and picked it up. The metal was freezing, but it felt right in my hand. It felt like it belonged there. "Hailey."

Kai struggled to his feet, the plug shifting inside him with every movement, a delicious, maddening sensation. Victor walked around him, his eyes appraising. “Good,” he said, a satisfied smirk on his lips. “It suits you.” He then reached into his bag again, pulling out a small, silver key. He held it up. “This is the only key,” he said. “I will be the one to take it out. You will not touch it. You will not take it out yourself. Is that clear?” “Yes, Sir,” Kai said, his voice barely a whisper.

"You're a sovereign. And we aren't staying in the box." I looked at Kael. He was slumped against a quartz pillar, his sightless blue eyes searching for the sound of my pulse. He was a ghost of a man, his human heart stuttering a slow, terminal thud. "The... vault... has... a... manual... purge," Kael wheezed, his fingers clawing at the stone. "The... jade... is... the... key... use... the... link... Aria..." I grabbed the indigo fragment from Leo’s satchel. It pulsed with a violent, vengeful warmth that burned through my tactical glove.

The chamber hummed with energy, the resonance growing louder, but the central slot remained empty. Altair, taking a risk, whispered a prayer and pressed his hand into the slot. The chamber's energy surged, wrapping around him, linking him to the very essence of Meranthia. He felt the duality of the realm, the interplay of light and shadow, of past and future. Moments later, he withdrew his hand, now holding a shimmering key, a perfect blend of the moon, sun, and star. With a triumphant smile, he declared, "We've done it! This is the true key to Meranthia."

The Soul Burst Ring spun rapidly, and Fane let out a cold laugh as he pushed his hands forward, sending the ring at the three of them. The ring expanded in the air, suddenly covering the three of them. Seconds later, a deafening explosion resonated throughout the skies. The three of them were blown to dust, and only their golden keys remained. The golden keys were made of special materials. Even if Fane's technique was at the storm-god rank, it could still not damage the keys. Fane smirked as he looked at the 15 keys scattered on the ground and slowly walked over to collect them. Coupled with the 13 keys he had, Fane had 28 golden keys.

He forgot everything including the fact that he was supposed to take care of me. I let out another deep sigh as I approached the garage. The music was so loud, that I could feel the vibrations in my ears. It was a wonder how a radio so small could make so much noise. Turning it and the lights hanging from the ceiling off for the day, I began searching for the keys to lock up. My eyes stopped on a black key with bold ‘K’ on it. The key sat aside from the other keys, but that wasn’t why it caught my eye. It was the gold-like key chain it was attached to.