He A Keeper Novels & Stories

His friends all exchanged confused looks, not sure what was going on. One of the trust fund kids stepped forward, probably trying to show off for Jessica. "Who do you think you are, talking to Dennis like that? If you know what's good for you, apologize to Jessica, or else…" He didn't even get to finish his sentence when my bodyguard already stepped forward with a blank expression, blocking me from the group. The pressure alone made the blonde kid shut up instantly. I walked around my bodyguard and stood over Dennis, looking down at him. "So, you're really not going to give me an explanation?"

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.

this. "She was hiding," Kael said, talking faster now. "Just like my mom was. The Keepers are a group of women whose job is to guard powerful old things, to keep them safe from bad people. The job gets passed down from mothers to daughters. My mom's name was Lyra and she told me your grandmother was the one who taught her everything. She said your grandma was the smartest and strongest Keeper."

“He’s right. But I remember you. I remember your first scar, your first heartbreak, your first lie.” Adanna’s eyes filled with tears. “Then remember this I’m not here to worship ghosts. I’m here to burn down the cage that holds you.” The hologram’s expression flickered sadness, pride, and something darker. “Then you’ll have to face the Keeper.” Victor stiffened. “Who’s the Keeper?” The light dimmed. The hologram’s voice shifted, metallic and cold. “The one who guards the truth.” And then, the power surged alarms blaring as the Vault came alive, walls shifting, data streams collapsing like waves of light.

The one I heard in my dreams and in that memory of Elara. “What’s a Keeper?” I asked quietly. Lydia sat down on the edge of the bed. “Keepers are ancient beings born once every few centuries. They’re extremely rare and extremely powerful.” “What do they do?” “They maintain balance. Between the living and the dead. Between all creatures. They’re almost like…” She paused, searching for words. “Walking gods, in a way.” My mouth went dry. “That’s impossible. I’m not a god.” “Not a god. But you have power that most creatures don’t. Power to affect the balance of nature itself.”

"What do you mean?" "Only one other person knows of us which is Pack warrior Kade. My lover said if I tell anyone else they will hurt me to get to him. I am not his mate but he has protected me from everyone in the pack when they would hurt me. It's how we came to know each other and fell in love." I frowned curious as to what she meant. "What do you mean? who would hurt you?" She sighed and looked towards the ground. "I'm the Omega in the pack," she whispered.

"How... How did this happen... I thought it was just..." "Sienna, please wake up..." Dad kept repeating my name through choked sobs, tears streaming down his face. "Daddy's here to bring you home." He looked at the dark red stains covering the floor, his whole body shaking. The storage room was filled with nothing but my parents' anguished cries and broken sobs. Danny knelt beside them in a daze, reaching out to hold my hand. "Sienna, I saved up for so long to buy you that teddy bear you wanted. I only hit that kid because he tried to steal my money.

Kevin pauses mid-sentence, watching him. “You’re doing it again.” “Doing what?” “Not being here.” “I’m here.” Kevin studies him for a second, then exhales. “Yeah. Sure.” He doesn’t push. He never really does. Instead, he downs the rest of his drink and leans closer. “I’m grabbing another. Try not to disappear.” “I won’t.” Kevin gives him a look like he doesn’t believe that, then turns and slips into the crowd. Arlo stays where he is.

“Then what, she just stands here while the house gets torn open?” Aira’s breath shook. Through the bond, she could still feel Mira upstairs. Pain. Fear. And underneath it something worse. Someone else. A cold presence moving through the pack house like a shadow with intent. Not Mara. Something older. The watcher in the water whispered, almost too quietly to hear. “The keeper has a hand inside the house.” Darian went pale. “No.” Aira turned sharply. “What is a keeper?” Nobody answered at first. Then the watcher said, “A mouth for the second door.”