Dovekeepers Book Novels & Stories

Alicia Iminz, Alicia Alexander or Greyshon, the name she'd given herself the day of the final battle of Gatekeepers War. A war that she never wanted to be a part of even though she had visions of it year's before it happened. She was a piece in game of chess that could never be won, the weapon her mother and rest of the goddesses wanted but didn't truly understand or deserve. All she had always wanted was a normal life. It's why only she and her cousin knew what really happened at that final battle. If the Goddesses or Collective knew what she did God only knew what may happen. That piece of evidence would tear down the world she knew in many ways.

Dove asked, shock and horror etched on his face. "No, I'm not mocking you, Dove. I'm trying to help you see reason," I explained calmly. "Do you see the difference between us and you? We have something worth fighting for love, trust," I said, my voice tinged with a hint of sadness. "And you left your pack because of a woman?" Dove questioned, his tone incredulous. "Well, she's not just any woman. As you said earlier, she's a hybrid. They're different from us," I said, trying to make him understand.

scold, me,” she said teasingly. A smile filled my face and I found myself laughing. “You really are something else,” I reply, looking down at the open book. “So, I am so confused. Marylin finds out that Remus has been lying to her the whole time, but then in this chapter, she sleeps with him. I don’t understand,” she says while showing me the next tab. I smile at her eagerness, “You don’t remember the gift that Remus gives her in the third chapter? A ring, forged in Dolos, the place of lost minds, rectified by the Keeper?” She nods her head as she flips back to the third chapter, “Right, it was a birthday gift.” “Yes, and remember Rosalyn later says that the Keeper went by many nam

The tension I had singlehandedly created. An instant burst of cold air caught hold of my clothes and started swinging it wildly. Living in Durban, one had to be accustomed to the ridiculous temperatures. We experienced symptoms of all four seasons in just one day. The sun shone but the blistering wind made it cold as hell. Hugging myself, I trudged forward. About a minute later I found myself looking at an old brown flat with black tinted windows and white windowpanes. My home. A dead pot plant lay on one of the panes and an orange cat, unoriginally named Tabby, slept soundly on another. The building went up six stories and seemed to be touching the sky. It also looked like it could crumble

Chapter 14: Ellie - Protein It was the first time DJ’s words weren’t as encouraging as the rest of him. Maybe that was a good thing. I had no idea what this was—what he wanted or gained from it. Tempting as the idea and offer of him pampering me for a week were… “I have no doubt it’s what I want, and that I want it with you, Dove.” DJ softened, pulling me into his lap. “I’ve been missing the caregiver side for a long while, and you couldn’t be any more perfect if you tried.”

Thankfully for all involved, that didn’t happen, and since that time, things have been mostly great. The devil woman has never returned, and I’m happy about that. I didn’t want her around even before I met Tinkerbell and even less after I did. We moved into a new house where our humans gave us our own room and outdoor area. And we had eight puppies. That’s where the “mostly great” part comes in. After our puppies were old enough, they were sent to their forever homes. They at least ended up with members of our humans’ families, so we can still see them. Reese adopted our daughters Calliope, whom they call Calli for short, and Aoide. Makayla adopted our son Pockets. Pockets did his job helpin

I clutched the approval documents for a public welfare project and waved them at Clayton, who was seated on the couch. "This is a surprise." He set down his book and leaned in, wrapping his arms around my waist from behind. His chin brushed against my head as he asked, "What kind of surprise has you so happy?" I turned and nestled into him, my voice low. "The vendor who sold you to me, the operation running the arena, and the whole illegal supply chain for venting beastkin… Haven't they been rounded up?"

My hands did what they were trained to do—grip his broad back, match his rhythm. This was the interest I had to pay on my mother's debt. Suddenly, he stopped. He grabbed my chin, forcing me to look up at the marks on his neck. "You see this?" he rasped, his voice a dangerous whisper. "Not curious who did it?" My heart skipped a beat, but I kept the perfect, fake smile plastered on my face. "I'm your canary, Rocco, not your wife." I leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to his Adam's apple. "It's not my place to wonder where my keeper has been."

He smirks. Dove? Am I a fucking bird? Well, doves are symbols of love, peace, and messengers. I learned that in private school. Before anything else happens, I straighten my back. "I'm going to put these away before your brother sees them." I grab the bags and walk away with ease. Walking down the halls and hid them in the closet with me in it to calm my rapidly beating heart.

I was snapped from my thoughts when Hilda continued speaking. “It was then that the other creatures realized just how The Keepers worked. They started killing each Keepers’ bloodline. They were trying to ensure that no one would remain. Once a Keepers’ bloodline was slain, or did not continue with them, and they died… The Box and amulet would have one less Keeper. The fewer Keepers, the easier to get to the Box. The Witches, once they realized this, decided that the Box itself needed a Keeper as well. They worked together and created Pandora, dubbing the Box, ‘Pandora’s Box’. It was in essence, hers. That's when they broke off from each other. Pandora was solely responsible to keep the Box h