He A Keeper Novels & Stories

Warm. Free. The Heart immediately launched itself into the Keeper's arms. The ancient guardian barely had time to react before the child wrapped both arms around it. The Keeper blinked. Then awkwardly returned the hug. Everyone laughed. Even the Keeper. The sound seemed to surprise it. As though it was still learning how. Astra grinned. "You look happier." The Keeper glanced upward. Toward the stars it had protected for ages. Then nodded. "I am." Simple. Honest. The words carried more weight than anyone could express.

All he can do is stare at those blue orbs that remind him of the ocean and the thick, curly eyelashes that give so much intensity to those eyes. "Uhm—sorry, I'm Kit. Kit Solomon. It was only then that Anderson realized that the eyes he was fantasizing about belonged to a man and a handsome man at that.

Only the head waiter knows the keeper of the army,' Grandma Gina explained. 'Are you saying there are other keepers?' Dominus asked. 'Yes. We knew there were three. We didn't know what one was keeping. we knew that the keeper of the army is also a waiter and the youngest of us all and we know of the existence of the third but there is no clear information as to exactly what he is keeping,' Grandma Gina answered. 'Do you know anything about the keeper of the army?' I asked wishing she could give us something more specific about him.

The crowd of nepo-babies jumped in, each louder than the last. "Dennis, just say the word! We will drag her out right now!" "Yeah! Let her see who's really in charge here!" I couldn't bear to listen to any of it anymore. I raised my hand, and my bodyguard kicked the door wide open. The music stopped instantly, and all the laughter and noise vanished instantly. Dozens of dumbfounded faces turned to stare at the entrance simultaneously. "No need for that. I'm right here. So, who's going to teach me a lesson?"

It battered through her core with a burst of adrenaline that sent her fleeing the terrace, unable to hear the calls of Circe over her shoulder. “Ten… twenty… twenty five.” Alessia’s attention was stolen by the sight of an old woman: she was just past the counter and entered from a side door, bent at the waist and hobbling forward with a small sack of coins in one hand. The pouch landed with a thump on the table, the coins inside tinkling enticingly. Alessia reached into her knapsack and produced the captured hare before holding it out for her to take. The feathered tail of her arrow stuck out from its neck now angled awkwardly.

I know his brother but I don’t know him and how can he be the heir when his older brother is the one running the business? Before I could say anything, people start taking their seats as the event is about to start, the gentleman, Nathan, stood up and fixed his suit jacket then smiles at me. “We will talk again Miss Black.” He bows a little before leave and I sighed relieved that he is gone. People fill the table and the master of ceremonies start the program. The first speaker takes the mic and makes his speech then the next.

- Do you really need an answer to this question? “I heard that the Forest of the Damned has a Keeper,” Yarsi said slowly. “Not a human, not an undead, a soulless, indifferent creature, moving freely across Reeta, and able to calmly cross the Border. The Guardian has the power to intervene in everything that happens in this forest and next to it. Thousands of people prayed to him for salvation, but he never helped anyone, no one came back ... And you pulled me out only because I killed Alato and became his heir. - The keeper? I? Matter shrugged. - Yes, I watch Reeta, but I'm not in it all the time. And the fact that I was there when the undead attacked you is just an accident.

she demanded. The mist parted, revealing a woman in a silver gown, her hair floating as though underwater. Her eyes gleamed like mirrors, empty and endless. “I am what remains when a goddess dies,” the woman said. “You may call me the Keeper.” Aria took a step back, her power flaring brighter. “What do you want?” The Keeper tilted her head. “I want balance. You’ve disturbed it.” Aria’s brow furrowed. “By saving him?” “By binding him,” the Keeper corrected. “Kael was never meant to carry the mark. Now the serpent’s shadow festers inside him, feeding on your light.”

Bone. The Hollows were spreading. And the fog? It came first. Always. In the council tent, Aria sat before the elders, the old scroll resting in her lap. She hadn’t slept. Her fingers trembled, not from fear, but from the truth she could no longer ignore. She wasn’t just a protector anymore. She was the *Keeper*. The bearer of a lineage lost to myth those who walked between the spirit realm and the living world. The blood of the First Light, passed in secret from mother to daughter.

On the day of my marking ceremony, my twin sister suddenly returned to the pack. To pick her up, my parents, my brother, and even my mate all abandoned me. While Vivian proudly showed off a photo of herself surrounded by everyone on the pack forum, I tried to reach them through our mind link. That was when I discovered that they had already blocked me. My mate, Damian, was the only one who called me. He only said one thing. "Stop making a scene. The marking ceremony can be held another time, but Vivian rarely gets the chance to come home." As the whole pack jeered at me, I calmly canceled the marking ceremony. After returning home alone, I wrote a new number in my diary. [100.] That