He A Keeper Novels & Stories

Hera’s frustration was growing, and I scrambled, trying to make sense of it. “The Keeper…” I finally whispered. “Sarah, that’s what you said, right? The Keeper keeps the Darkness! What if Death isn’t the enemy? What if he is a prisoner? What if he wanted us to go to the Silver Claw Pack all along so I could reopen the light, and he could be freed?”

Its eyes glowed with an eerie silver light, and though its form was indistinct, I could feel its presence pressing down on me like a physical weight. “Who are you?” I demanded, my voice echoing in the void. “I am the Keeper,” it said. “The guardian of the bond you share with Aria.” “What bond?” I asked, my frustration mounting. “It’s broken. Shattered.” “Not entirely,” the Keeper said. “The scar you bear is a remnant of that bond, a fragment of the power you once shared. It was left behind to protect her... and to give you the strength to face what is to come.”

“To know a Divine Keeper’s True Name is to hold the means of their undoing. I am certain Yonah shared that with you. But did you ever ask yourself why he was so willing to speak of it?” Gildeon looked back at her. “He wants to see you fall. Then he’ll take your place.” Araheen turned to him, her eyes widening. “What do you mean, take the Creator’s place?” “Divine Keepers are immortal,” the Shining Keeper answered. “But in the physical dimension, we are not beyond harm. There are beings from other dimensions—older, stronger, far more dangerous—who can wound us in ways your world does not understand. Because of that, a failsafe exists. If a Divine Keeper is incapacitated and can no longer carr

He said. “Ok good. Well, the necklace wasn’t just a necklace. It was an Amulet. And apparently Katrina is a Keeper. The Keepers are a group of people who protect the Amulet from a group known as The Others. I had been wearing the amulet this whole fucking time, and had no idea that it was anything other than a necklace. You remember Ivy, my mate?” I asked him.

Nina asked. "She was a fucking manipulative bitch," Lucian answered. "So, when his past will resurface, he would feel guilty enough to destroy himself because that guilt will eat him up and the last thing I want is Jasper to die. So, that's why I want you to be My brother s keeper... I want you to take care of Jasper during his treatment time... To be with him, and help him get through this because... I feel like he would trust you and you would never let him get eaten by his guilt," Lucian confessed.

I wasn’t making any sense! “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to Tara. I don’t mind…whatever this is. I won’t tell anyone, you know that. I’m your secret keeper,” he said with a grin. I sighed, my racing heart slowing down slightly. The others had caught up to us and passed around us. I waited until everyone had gone out of hearing range.

Like me, he also has no idea and he only answers me with a finished contract thing. "Ashley's gone too. He's resigned as a keeper. Who will be with me later at the center?" "That's what your mommy called. Your official keeper has arrived at the mansion." I didn't pay attention to what Arnal said because there was nothing I could do. If only I had to choose, Aikee and Felix would still be the ones I wanted to be my personal keepers. We finally got home. When I came out of the pegasus, I immediately felt the silence inside.

A complete wreck by then, I asked, “Am I nothing but a lover to you?” I was hoping she’d say no. Hannah looked at me in shock. Moments later, she burst into chuckles. “Don’t tell me that you’ve fallen for me, Brook. “I was obviously coming onto you when we first met. Were you too dense to realize that? “Are you unaware of the nature of the job when you applied? You’re basically the communal lover of the residents here. “Didn’t you read the fine print? What did you expect out of an easy and high-paying security job?”

He wore a crown made of white metal. Cael dropped to one knee. "No." Aria looked at him. "Who is that?" Cael whispered: "The High Keeper." The man removed his helmet. He was old. But his eyes were powerful. He looked at Aria. "Last Keeper." Aria stood her ground. "Who are you?" "I am the one who has protected this universe from your kind." "My kind?" "The creators." Aria frowned. "I am not a creator." The High Keeper smiled. "That is what makes you dangerous."

Eighty-nine. At ninety, the air changed. The stone became older, the light greyish and uncertain, as though it were filtering through something other than windows. At ninety-one, the step stopped, and the Keeper was already there, standing in her grey, with her hands folded and her river-ice eyes waiting. "You came together," she observed. "Yes," said Aurora. "Is that permitted?" "It is permitted, and it is noted." The Keeper's gaze moved between us. "But I will need to know which of you is here to witness, and which of you is here to ask."