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i looked at him and he just continued: “She asked me to run away with her and that she would give up on everything for me. She wanted me to do the same but I couldn’t do it. For a week, she kept on trying to convince me but I refused and couldn’t decide what to do, till one day I woke up and found a note on her side of the bed saying that it would be better not to meet again because she will not have mercy on me” He wiped his tears away and smiled a little: “I didn’t see her after, till yesterday. She looked pissed, right?” I nodded my head saying: “I am sorry” “No, no, don’t be. She has every right to be angry. I deserve it” “So, you are a hunter too?” I asked, trying to change the gloomy m

And when Lena asked who she was referring to, the Keeper smiled — a genuine, warm, entirely unhurried smile — and said: "Astra. Your wolf. She has been speaking to me through the bond-sense for two years. I have been expecting you since." "Astra speaks to you?" "She speaks to the Keeper of her line," the old woman said, with the patience of someone explaining something that they find obvious and find it charming that others do not. "That is what the Keeper is for, among other things. To hold the ceremony knowledge, yes. But also to be the anchor for the wolf that cannot yet reach its bearer." She began walking toward the Citadel's entrance, and Lena fell into step beside her. "Astra has been

He reached for her hand but I blocked the contact by stepping forward before he could touch her. “Miss Hale needs space,” I said calmly and his expression tightened, a frown marring his beautiful face. I don’t know why I did that but something about him touching her just didn't sit right with me. He was a filthy scumbag. “And you are?” “Kade Wolfe. Bodyguard.” His gaze flicked over me dismissively. “Ah. Of course.” He turned his attention back to Aria. “Darling, I tried calling—” “I know,” she interrupted midway. “I ignored them.” The silence that followed engulfed the entire table.

✨ The moment he appeared— Every book in the room began floating. 📚⚡📚⚡ The air became heavy. Breathing became difficult. 💔 The masked stranger looked directly at Ilyaan. Then spoke. 🌙 “The Last Memory Carrier.” 😱 Ilyaan froze. “Who are you?” The stranger smiled behind the mask. 💀 “I am The Keeper.” ⸻ 🌙 The Forgotten War The Keeper slowly walked toward them. His presence alone felt terrifying.

The strange husky voice said. "Who are you?" I ask, gaining a little bit of my composure back. The gigantic jet-black wolf appeared out of the shadows behind the trees. I remembered him from the forest where I met Leo. He stalked towards me slowly, but then sat down right in front of me. "Hello, my little dancer, my name is Steel. I am here to protect you.” ---

"What do you mean?" "You have made your choice," the voice responds. "You will stay together throughout your journey. But be warned—this world is dangerous. You will face many trials and tribulations, and not all of you will make it to the end." Alec steps forward, his hands balled into fists. "What do you mean, not all of us will make it to the end? What kind of sick game is this?" The Keeper's voice remains calm. "I am the Keeper. I do not play games. I offer choices, and you have made yours. The rest is up to you."

“We’ll enter the realm of the Mevara and find Adelia, no matter the cost.” Reina nodded in agreement. “We’re in this together,” she said, her voice steady. “Let’s go.” The Keeper cackled once more, their dark magic swirling around them. “Very well,” they said. “But remember, once you enter the realm of the Mevara, there is no turning back.” Without another word, the Keeper disappeared into the eerie night.

“The time has come.” I glanced at him. “For what?” “For you to understand what the Keeper actually is.” I almost laughed. “After everything that has happened, you are telling me we still haven't understood that?” “We understood the title.” Eamon looked toward Caelan. “We did not understand the inheritance.” The hand above us shifted. Caelan's fingers remained curled. The creature couldn't move. “Then explain it,” I said. Eamon nodded. “The first Keeper discovered that the Hollow Arc could not be destroyed because it was not merely a creature or an energy source. It was a repository. It contained the memories, identities and accumulated power of everything it consumed.”

“The Keeper did not create the children.” Emily waited. “It preserved them.” Auren's eyes widened. “Mother…” The First Mother continued. “When the first reality began to collapse, the Keeper gathered every soul that had been erased.” Emily's voice softened. “Why?” “Because the Keeper has only one purpose.” “What?” The First Mother looked directly at Emily. “To remember.” Emily felt a chill move through her. “The Keeper remembers everything.” “Yes.” “Every world?” “Yes.” “Every death?” “Yes.” “Every version of me?”

“The full code, the blueprints, the founder journals, every record of how this system was built. But if they get their hands on it, they will use it to build something dangerous. Something we spent generations trying to prevent.” Before anyone could speak, a soft noise came from the far side of the room. Another door there opened slowly, and a man stepped through. He looked to be in his late forties, with sharp features and eyes that held a cold, familiar intelligence. I recognized him instantly. He had been part of the Keeper team that arrived just weeks before, quiet and efficient, always staying a step back from discussions. Mara went very still. “Kaelen. I should have known you would be