X Blade Keyblade Novels & Stories

Maybe you wouldn't like what I am going to say… what's your name again? "Lyca," I said "the king was only hidden into the palace, but the thing you wouldn't like is the room where can be the king is, has a different key in that key was into the hand of none other than a bad new king itself blade now tell me do you have the strength to steal the key from blade because I will tell you this he's a good fighter a lot of soldier of the old king tries to get him down but no one could ever bring him down"

Rowan and Xander must have noticed our interaction as they stepped closer to us. I swallowed. “I’ve read about this before. It’s a blade that was said to have been forged in the light of the twin moons. It’s meant to channel pure energy—capable of cutting through even the strongest dark magic. My father used to tell my brother and I stories about it.” Xander reached for the blade, but the moment his fingers brushed against it, the weapon flared with silver light—so bright it burned. He hissed and pulled back. “It rejected you,” Kaida murmured in my mind then turned to me. “Try it.”

Haris was taken aback when he saw Adrian's attack. He had a deep impression of the Inferno Purgatory. It was this move that told him that Adrian’s weapons were top-notch treasures. As someone from Blade's Reach, Haris had been around weapons since childhood, particularly swords. Adrian's Divine Frost Slayer Blade was the most enigmatic weapon he had ever encountered. It seemed to possess a consciousness of its own, making it extraordinarily mysterious. As for the Hellblade, he deduced from his clashes with Adrian that it was an exceptionally rare and valuable weapon.

“Good. Then you’ll come with me.” Kade wasn’t a kind man. He never pretended to be. He was ruthless, manipulative, and cold, but he gave me something I hadn’t thought I’d ever have again: purpose. Under his watch, I learned to fight, to lie, to manipulate. He trained me to be a weapon, sharpening me until I was nothing more than an extension of his will. And when I was ready, he told me about the Silver Blade. “It’s more than a weapon, Lila,” he had said, pacing before me. “It’s a key. With it, we can unlock power that has been hidden for centuries. And I’ll be damned if I let anyone else get their hands on it.”

The memories of the borderlands, the hunts, the bloodshed—they all blurred into the background. Only the blade remained. Steel. Control. Focus. He spun the sword once and brought it down in a clean strike that would have split a skull from crown to jaw. The sound echoed softly across the courtyard. Then— “You train early.” The voice came from behind him. Deep. Smooth. Ancient. Adrian froze instantly. His instincts reacted before his thoughts did. He turned and dropped to one knee. “My king.” King Vaelreth stood near the entrance of the courtyard, his dark cloak stirring slightly in the cold morning wind.

Ironically made with the same materials and magic Selene's katana was made from, plus the enchantment specially performed by a great wizard friend of theirs. He remembers that dagger from the last time they had this same encounter. It's easy to say that most of the time, vampires and werewolves will heal easily and will not be left with scars; but the last time they fought, Blake had cut him across his shoulder with that same dagger, and he still had a great scar to remember him by. He slowly grabs the katana, taking advantage that everyone has their eyes on both Blake and Selene. But Tyler stops him, making him drop it on the ground.

“Nah. Sold him to the black market. As a slave. Also, the women who saw your face have been removed. So don’t worry about it now.” “Thank you.” I started scrolling through the chapters of traditional herbs. “Busy?” “Nah. Just checking the skipped classes.” “I see. Have you met your first target?” “Not yet. I will soon,” I said, feeling something hard pressing against my back. It was the dagger His Majesty had gifted me. I took it out and looked at it carefully. It was a hundred-year-old dagger used by three generations of Alphas. The fact that it was still as sharp as a sashimi knife made me admire it even more.

"Kael. Look at the center." Kael followed his gaze. At the heart of the structure, barely visible through the shadows, was a familiar symbol. The Twin Blades. But not the way they appeared now. This was older—cruder—as if the symbol had been carved before the blades themselves existed. Aion inhaled sharply. "No." Kael looked at him. "What is it?" "The blades weren't created to fight the Void." Aion's voice was barely a whisper. "They were created to open the door."

The chain was revealed to be attached to his giant naked blade, and he spun his weapon around like a heavy pendulum on a rope. "Great, now he has a weapon." Minos remarked, before letting loose another arrow. Nymgos's chain and blade easily knocked the projectile off its course. He spun his weapon a few more times and tossed it towards Minos and Rei who both managed to dodge out of the way. The blade scraped along the tiled roof top, sending sparks in all directions. The big drow yanked on the chain and swung it to the side, sending the blade towards Otheric.

And the crystal dagger on my hand possessed the same crest. “The Balaraw is now officially the Luna’s Blade!” Edith announced and step up the podium with Hadleigh in her arms. And this time, the bitter smile on my lips and the question in my head about the dagger now has a clearer reason. With my free hand, I stretched my hand and carried my blue-eyed little man in my arms. A tear escaped from my eyes as I bent my head to touch Hadleigh’s forehead with mine. “Hence, this is what your father wanted for this thing. And to you, our child, who’ll grow filled with love and courage like a blade.”