X Blade Keyblade Novels & Stories

If a war was knocking on our door then I needed the blade. And I would talk to anyone, even my dead father, if it meant getting it. I held the replica of the blade in my hands as I watched my friend leave my office. Most likely to bring the girl. The plastic was polished enough to deceive anyone that I was holding the real thing. Till it was held and the weight would give it away. She ought to be done with her lessons at this hour. Her request to study elsewhere resonated in my head and I made a mental note to approve of it only if she was able to get me what I wanted.

I forced myself to say. "It doesn't matter, Reis. As a matter of fact, she's on my side now, and she's going to help me execute my plan. And there's nothing you can do about it." He smirked and leaned back in his chair before snapping his fingers. Some men approached with a tray. Resting on it was a blade emitting a glowing green light. "Let me introduce you to the Blade of Poison," Cillian began. "I'm sure you can sense the lethal energy radiating from this blade. We've spent years designing it to kill usurpers like yourself."

The blade was the hidden rapier concealed within the ebony cane—Chloe’s most ingenious design. With the "Ghost" pinned and screaming, the elder Liam turned his gaze toward the Fat Man. His eyes were cold, sharp reflections of the blade he had just deployed. The Fat Man’s knees gave out instantly. He collapsed into a heap, his hands raised in surrender. "It’s not my fault! It’s not my fault! Kevin Blue made me do it! I didn't do anything!" The elder Liam didn't waste words. He stepped forward and delivered a kick so powerful it flipped the Fat Man over, leaving him groaning in a heap. A second strike ensured he wouldn't be moving for a long time.

I asked Queen Selene, "You know the dark blade?" She nodded, "Yes. It belongs to Roosevelt." Michael and I froze, "It belongs to Roosevelt?" Michael pressed, "Then why was Daksha wielding it?" Queen Selene said, "Let me break it down. That sword was Roosevelt's personal weapon. The one he carried into every war. The one he used to channel his spell." Michael asked, "What spell?" I answered, voice low, "The spell that ripped the alpha of the White Claw Pack apart. The one that makes bodies detonate from the inside."

It's a lot different when you're in the shit. My blade started to glow blue. I was preparing for a [Raiden's Finger]. I lifted my sword into the air forming a large blue electric blade. I was going to cut down Syllia when a dwarf appeared in front of her. He had a knife in each hand, and around his feet, wind was swirling.

Her wolf seemed to be quiet. If I met him early, would he still die? "Ugh!" Blade reacted in surprise and pain after someone bumped into her. That's also the time she realized she had already passed her cell and was lost in a dark hallway. "I am sorry!" The guy apologized, however, did not bother to look at her and fixed his hat suspiciously before running hastily. Due to the dim light of the torch, she could not clearly and just barely see him. Blade glanced at him with suspicion. And then, looking down at the small metal thing, he unconsciously fell. She picked it up and found that it's a key.

Yet, there are little spikes across the perimeter of the shield, and he has drawn that when it is thrust forward the spikes fly out. “It is beautiful, King Harvey. A bit violent?” “I understand your concerns, Elena. The small blades are meant to take place of a sword, if you do not master both.” “Oh!” I brighten instantly. “A backup?” “Yes. You need balance. Of course, you will have your dagger. I would like for you to be as safe as humanly possible, Elena.” King Harvey replies seriously. “Do you think I could learn?” “Yes.” King Harvey smiles proudly. “Why would you not?”

My father had told me stories about how he found a hidden cave in our backyard when he was young and stumbled upon an ancient blade that belonged to Vangoda. Had my father known this was going to be my fate? Was he the one who etched my name on the Blade? I decided to take the blade out of its case and hold it. I felt a surge of energy run through my body as soon as my fingers wrapped around the hilt. The blade was light but sturdy, made from an unknown metal that was strong enough to slice through concrete or bone with ease. I could feel its power coursing through me, the same way a soldier feels when he straps on his gun and goes to war. It was as if the blade had chosen me as much as I ha

We just passed the 12 weeks mark. “Rissa and Gabe will help you practice and get used to it.” I just nodded and pulled the knife from its sheath. It was beautiful in its own deadly way. I didn’t know shit about knives, but I was sure you can kill pretty easily with a blade like this. “The blade is a high density silver alloy, so don’t cut yourself,” Gabriel chimed in. “I won’t.” I gave him an offended look as I put the blade back and closed the box on it.

The man's daughter, tiptoed as he bent over for her to reach Axe, her small fingers reaching out to touch Axe's bruised arm, whispered, "It's okay, mister. Papa will take care of you." ‘I came here to find a kid to raise into an indomitable bodyguard that will be loyal to you for life, and yet you chose such a weakling and useless thing?’ Chairman Blade thought, staring down at Axe and then at the worried way his daughter glanced at him, her tiny hand holding onto hid dirty ones as tears trickled down her peachy cheeks.