He A Keeper Novels & Stories

But she is a welcome fucking addition that both Titan and I enjoy. When I got back to Katrina's, she was sitting in the living room across from a man dressed in all black with a hood over his head. It was clear he didn't want to be seen or recognized. "Ramses, this is Thayne, he is the last Keeper besides myself." She said. I nodded to him and took a seat next to Katrina, putting my hand on her leg as they spoke.

Noel opens her mouth, but Harken quickly claps a hand over it and answers for her instead. "We're neighbors now, my guardian knows her dad, the usual," he says. Noel is semi shocked at his response, expecting him to embarrass her and admit that he is a delinquent living in her home. She doesn't want to imagine how that will make her look in Nolan's eyes, he probably won't bother to have anything to do with her knowing someone like Harken Lewis is living next door to my bedroom.

Bound. "Shouldn’t I be the one asking you that,? But since you asked so nicely, I am the guardian of this room.? His smile widened. “I’m the Keeper of these records,” he said calmly, taking a step closer. “Sworn to protect the truth. And punish those who dare unearth it.” My pulse spiked. So this is how Kairos kept his secrets buried he assigned a guardian. One tied by blood or vow… or worse, by magic. “I was just cleaning,” I lied, feigning innocence.

I yelled furiously. "Only half way was the aim." He picked up the keys and handed them to me. "Is this your new job? Scaring people?" "No," he smiled. "That's just a hobby." His smile went right up to his dark brown eyes and lit up his features. His eyes were the inspiration for Moira’s. Slick, dark hair covered his head, neatly parted.

And the truth, horrible and sudden, crashed through me: “My mother wasn’t alone the day she died.” I lifted my eyes to the others. “She was with one of them. One who lived.” Dren whispered, “No way…” But Kael gripped my arm, jaw tight. “Lana. Which Keeper?” The shard pulsed like a heartbeat. I finally said it: “The survivor… was High Keeper Thalen.” Warren cursed under his breath. Mara stiffened. Dren made a strangled noise. Bastion whispered, horrified, “He was the last person to report seeing her alive.”

Killian didn't take the page immediately. He stood in front of me, a protective wall of muscle and suspicion. "Who are you?" he demanded, his voice echoing in the cavernous room. "And why do you have Royal property?" The old woman chuckled, a dry, rattling sound. She shuffled forward, her milky eyes fixed on a point just above Killian’s shoulder. "I am the Keeper," she rasped. "I sweep the dust. I keep the secrets. And I waited for the day a King would come down here not for power, but for love."

A fire crackled in the hearth, casting flickering shadows across the room. “Who are you?” Reina asked, her claw hand still tightened. “I am called the Keeper,” the figure replied, a sly smile curling at the edges of their lips. “And I may be able to help you find your friend.” Russe stepped forward, hope shining in his eyes. “Please, we’ll do anything,” he pleaded. The Keeper nodded, their eyes darting between the two companions. “Very well,” they said. “But first, I must know what you are willing to sacrifice.”

“Child of storm. Child of fire.” Aria’s face drained of color. Ryan moved closer to her automatically. The chamber pulsed once beneath their feet. Then the red glow inside the broken ring flared brighter. “The last gate waits below.” Silence followed, heavy and absolute. Ryan’s jaw tightened. “Who are you?” For the first time, the voice answered him directly. “The ones before your kingdoms called me Keeper.” The temperature dropped instantly afterward. The glow faded slightly, but the staircase below remained open, waiting.

“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

There are a bunch of Reapers in the hospital as well; some are accompanying the souls they had reaped, others are alone—waiting for their subject. There are also Keepers. Seeing these angels in the cobalt-blue suit felt nostalgic. Keepers are assigned to one terrene at a time. They don't guard their subjects all the time; they let terrenes experience pain, sadness, and harm, too. Keepers only interfere if the terrene was harmed by other entities, on the verge of death, even if not scheduled by the Book of Life. Keepers are the invisible Super-Man of terrenes. They protect and save their subject at all costs. If their subject died on their watch, they might receive severe punishment. As a for