Graveyard Keeper Silk Novels & Stories

The Keeper, its gaze fixated on the glowing shard, remarked, "That artifact you hold, it doesn't belong here, nor do you. Yet, its power resonates with the very essence of this realm." Dupree, drawing his weapon and standing protectively in front of the group, demanded, "What do you want from us?" The Keeper, its voice a whispering echo of countless voices, responded, "A trade. A moment from each of you, a memory of utmost importance, in exchange for safe passage." Moros, skeptical, questioned, "How can we trust you? How do we know you won't take our memories and leave us stranded?" Lysandra, analyzing the Keeper's fluctuating form, noted, "It's made of memories, lost moments. Perhaps our me

Her lips were swollen and pink, her pale neck and b**bs were filled hickeys. ‘Good morning how was your night’ Anita’s annoying voice rang out in her brain. ‘Fuck Off’ ivory replied through her gritted teeth. Anita didn’t disturb her anymore so she went back to the bed. In no time Alfred came back and led her to the hot water bathe. Ivory cleaned herself up and was clad in a clothe given by Alfred. Alfred found the clothe in Chevy’s belongings, Chevy was a classic playboy so there were no shortage of women stuffs in his luggage.

The figure crumpled to the ground, their weapon clattering against the dirt. “Friend of yours?” Elias asked, his tone laced with sarcasm. Adrian didn’t answer, his face pale as he stared at the body. Elias sighed, climbing off the hood. “Come on. Let’s make sure there aren’t any more surprises.” ---

One of the estate guards poked his head inside. "Sorry," he said, somewhat winded. "There's… something you ought to see." He extended a small box—black velvet wrapping, no return address, no emblem. Only a note tied with a red string. Vandaulf picked it up gingerly. Lily pulled out the note and read aloud: "The past doesn't die just because you kiss in white. I buried your family once. I can bury your peace again. —B." Silence. Then the opening of the velvet box.

I sighed, a million questions swirled in my head, some logical some ridiculous but every one of them boiled down to one single thing, I needed to see Primogentius. I pushed my hair back running my fingers through it in an anxious habit I thought I had given up on before opening the book and searching through for something to distract me from my own head. Hoping that it would answer at least one of my questions I quickly looked up the passage on keeper, the race that Peter apparently belonged to. Keeper. All Keepers are born with external distinguishing markers in the form of skin that shimmers under the exposure of light and purple irises. Internal indications include an almost photographic

It was an apartment block the size of `half a skyscraper, colored in grey, white, and cream with a big sign hanging off one of the buildings that had the name of the apartment on it, and at the entrance stood 4 security guards. “Good day, Dr. de Villiers, it’s great to see you…hope the trip was great?” asked one of the security guards with a warm smile. After pressing some things on his phone, the gate opened and the Uber driver drove in and was told where to stop, Etienne had a glance at Andre due to the formalities he had just witnessed. “Go this way, the elevator is on the right,” said André as the two dragged their bags on. “André, this place looks like a business park than an apartment”

Elias bows regretfully. “Jaylene’s heat has finally broken and you bought me good news,” I spread my hands, showing him how pleased I am. I immediately hit the shower and returned. I throw on my usual attire, opting with a grey suit this time. This Grey two piece handmade suit is one of the limited offers of the Hall of Vintage Collection. It is a crepe textile material, expensive and hard to get in San Zero. So Jaylene would only make two to three of them in a year and put them on limited offers and delivery.

I could shoulder the burdens. My silence, my clear contempt, seemed to sting him more. He leaned in, his breath hot on my face. “You should reflect on that attitude. You don’t have any other choice.” He strode away, leaving me standing alone in the dim corridor. I walked downstairs in a daze. My parents were waiting in the foyer. My mother held out a small velvet box. “From the Shadow Keep. For you.” I opened it. Inside, on a bed of black silk, lay a bracelet. It was crafted of dark, smoky iron, set with a single, teardrop-shaped moonstone that glowed with a soft inner light.

Not sad. Important. The old Storykeeper reached into his coat. Carefully. Deliberately. And removed a small object. A lantern. Tiny. No larger than my palm. Crafted from silver and gold. Beautifully worn. Beautifully preserved. The craftsmanship looked ancient. Older than the Hall. Older than the city. Perhaps older than memory itself. Alaric held it carefully. Reverently. Then offered it to me. I stared. Confused. "You should carry it."

He scrutinized it for a long time before saying, "I wouldn't have expected any less of a proper lady of the Chapman family. Your embroidery is top-notch." Something occurred to him, and he pulled out a green moonstone pendant from his sleeve. He gave it to me. "My mother gave this to me, saying that it would keep me safe. I've kept it with me all these years while battling our enemies. I'll give it to you now if you don't mind having it." I saw streaks of blood on the pendant and knew that it had been with Gideon through many life-and-death situations. How could I possibly accept it?