Metal Keyblade Novels & Stories

Unlike the forlorn expression on both Romeo and Lucy's faces, Uncle Reynold was bristling with anger and when he turned to look at me, there was a ferocity in his gaze that left me reeling, so I looked away. He must have loved his brother very much. I slumped to the floor, shaking, my body has finally registered the adrenaline coursing through my veins. The attack played out just like it was in my prophetic dream, with only one significant difference, in the dream, Romeo introduced me as his Luna, and I was seated at the high table. When Sebastian approached the high table, instead of aiming for Romeo, he went for me instead. An Alpha’s greatest weakness is his Luna, and for the Alpha King,

He simply reached for a dusty, wooden box hidden behind a stack of amplifiers. "You have your mother's eyes, Elara," he whispered, his voice like dry parchment. "And your father’s frequency. He told me that one day, a girl with a golden light would come asking for the 'Zero Records'. He said to tell you: The truth is never silent; it just waits for the right microphone." He opened the box. Inside was a single, old-fashioned brass key—but the teeth of the key weren't metal. They were made of a translucent, golden fiber that pulsed in rhythm with my own heartbeat.

"...instead of truth." The masked figures raised their heads together. Thousands of empty eyes turned toward Adrian. One of them slowly pointed at him. Then every shadow spoke in perfect unison. "Finish... the story." The Hall trembled violently. The Master Key cracked again. This time... A piece nearly half its size broke away. Instead of turning into glowing letters— It became a small silver key. It floated gently into Adrian's hand. Unlike the Master Key... This one carried a single symbol. A feather.

"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.

What she did not expect was Leo popping his head in like a lost puppy. He kept badgering Capri about having his number and for her to call or text him. After a while and not giving up she finally sent a message. Hey! Without a name or a reason. She has no idea what to say and did not know why Leo was so Adamant about her calling him. His response was almost instantaneous, what he had to say she had no words for.

My heart raced with excitement and longing. "You’re right, this is a euthymia," Khan explained. "A place where you can find peace, but I know you came for more than just tranquility. You’re here to regain your strength and purpose. Since you have a clear goal, let me give you this precious key." She handed me a gold key, thankfully not made of silver. She laughed. "Don’t be alarmed; it may look like metal, but it’s crafted from a special wood that can mimic any mineral. Dryads, after all, can’t touch actual metal." It was true; humanity often exploited the vulnerabilities of other creatures.

She adds. "It's not something." She cuts me off. "Don't give me that crap, Sage. I am well aware you don't trust me, but if you look at it, I didn't ever attempt to kill you like you did." I chuckled. "You never cease to amaze me, Lyra. Who are you?" I found myself asking, wanting to know more about her. What she could do and stuff. "I'm the key to your solution, Sage. I may not be able to read your thoughts well enough, but I know I am, but I still don't get why you"

When I get the chance, I’ll take care of him too. “I see your sincerity, Elder Holland. But did you bring the bargaining chip for our deal?” I asked, giving him an assessing look. “Of course. I know exactly what you want, Luna Evelyn.” He pulled out a velvet box and opened it to reveal an ornate brass key. “Please accept this. The Luna’s Key, the key said to open countless treasures and secrets.” I frowned. Treasure I could understand…but secrets?

••NO POV•• "Let me show you something interesting!" Florentia giggled, Alexandra looked confused, "Interesting?" A dim glow from the bedside lamp casts soft shadows across the room, highlighting the delicate golden key in Alexandra’s palm. It was small, light, and seemingly ordinary, but Florentia’s expression said otherwise. “This,” Florentia said, her voice low and measured, “isn’t just any key, Alexa, this is a legacy, a weapon, and now, it belongs to you.”

Noah suddenly asked. Toby gulped, he became uncomfortable, “I-I am sorry Noah, but Luna gives me strict orders to return the key after I finish using it immediately to her.” He replied, “B-but if you need them, you can ask the Alpha or Luna to give you one. They are the only ones who hold your keycard.” “So there are only two copies?” “Y-yes.” ‘Ruiz, it was harder than we thought,’ but Ruiz didn't respond to his mind link. ‘He must be feeling disappointed…’