He A Keeper Novels & Stories

The child-wolf trembled in her arms but didn’t try to flee. Silas stepped forward, blade drawn but lowered. “Who are you?” The voice answered from everywhere at once, carrying the smell of pine and cold stone. “I am the Keeper of the Heart. I was set here when the first oath was broken. I guard what remains.” Caleb muttered, “Great. A prison warden.” The Keeper’s head turned slightly, its antlers brushing the roots overhead without disturbing them. “You have undone chains bound by blood and vow. Do you understand what you have released?”

she breathed. Caelum nodded in agreement, his usually guarded face now soft with awe. "It's like we've stepped into a dream." Aria, her eyes reflecting the golden sunlight, said with a slight chuckle, "Well if this is a dream, I don’t want to wake up." A soft laughter echoed around them, and the Keeper appeared, her form now more tangible, draped in a shimmering gown that matched the skies. "This is not a dream, but a gift. A moment of respite for those who brave the Nexus."

No one dared. The figure removed its hood slowly. It was a woman. Her features were sharp, angular, and utterly ageless. Her eyes were pools of black, reflecting no light, no soul. When she spoke, her voice was both a whisper and a roar. “Lena Weber,” she said, tasting my name like it was a curse. “The Keeper awakened.” I braced myself, the magic within me coiling like a serpent. “I don’t know what you think you’ll find here,” I said evenly, “but you’re too late.”

I nodded once I was sure I had said it right. They all murmured in agreement and understanding before another spoke. “As is the life of a Dragon Rider. What information do you need?” “We are facing a keeper. It is an ugly monster, who is very hungry. Do you know it?” “Before Keepers are released on the world, they must be hexed so that you can recapture them after they are done doing what they were released to do. Was yours hexed?” I shook my head. “Ours did not mean to let it go.”

To use it is to invite disaster. The words of the apparition resonated deeply with Zara, causing her heart to race in her chest. With a more steady tone, she enquired, "What are you?" It said, "I am the Keeper." One of the final reminders of the past. I protect the information about the shards and the harm they cause. Kael kept his guard up but lowered his weapon a little. "Why haven't you destroyed the shards if you are a guardian?" The Keeper's bright eyes appeared to fade. "because they are impervious to destruction." Just as you are now tied to them, they are bound to this world.

More jewels and gowns than I could count. Every night he needed me, I’d put on whatever lacy thing he picked out. We’d have sex. Five years. 999 times. There were moments—his sweat dripping on my forehead, his soft breaths inside me, the way he’d look at me—when I let myself dream he loved me. Then the video dropped. Him. On the street. Kissing another woman. I knew the truth. He was my keeper, not my lover. Everyone laughed. They couldn't wait to see me lose my mind, begging him to keep me.

I lifted it showing him. “I am sorry miss, this tent is only for the beta families, you are looking for the alpha tent just over there.” The guard gestured to the tent across the field. I guess talking to Kassius will have to wait. We do have the rest of our lives. I made my way to the alpha tent. Yet another guard checked my badge. After a quick glance he moved to the side “This way Future Luna Turner.” he gestured into the tent. “Excuse me, what did you just call me?” I asked, sure I had heard him incorrectly.

I shined the light on the switches as Ashleigh stood closely behind me peeking over my shoulder. “See anything?” she whispered into my ear. The main breaker was off. Not tripped, but switched off. I flipped it on and the room filled with light and the hum of appliances. A second later, an ancient console television fizzled to life showing an old black and white Greta Garbo movie. Ashleigh leaned on the counter next to me and planted a hand on her hip. “Well, if I’d known it was that simple, I wouldn’t have bothered you.”

Samantha Point of view I stared at him in disbelief. Does he not realize that finding that kind of keeper is rare. I asked, "How?" He frowns and answered, "My first kill was actually the keeper's daughter. I didn't know back then but when I met her again a few days ago, she told me that she was a keeper." I furrowed my eyebrows and looked at him confusedly. "She willingly told you? It's common knowledge that all keepers should keep a low profile, especially if you have no one by your side protecting you. Keepers would be vulnerable by themselves and that is why finding your protector is really important for us.

It reminded us of the scary game we were playing without wanting to. Ben met us in the parking garage under the building. His team was setting up special communication equipment and satellite links. "Our best clue about 'The Keeper' is a secret network that used to be connected to Arthur Jenkins's lawyers, " Ben told us, giving Alexander a special tablet. "It's like a puzzle, Mr. Sterling with lots of dead ends and secret messages."