He A Keeper Novels & Stories

The Chairman closed his eyes. "I hoped you had forgotten that." Justice Sani looked sharply at him. "What Keeper?" The old man hesitated. Then, for the first time, he answered without concealment. "The Last Keeper." Elias' voice came through Nathan's speakers. "I thought that was only a story." "It was." The Chairman replied. "Until Magnus made it real." Amara folded Magnus' letter carefully. "Who is the Last Keeper?" The Chairman looked directly at her. "I don't know."

“Who?” “He was also cursed by the witch back then. I think he broke his. Alexander was drunk one night and he slipped up. I caught the name.” I grabbed his hand. “Who?” “The Keeper,” he said quietly. My brows drew together. “Who?” “Lorgan Crossman,” he sighed. “Drunken Moose. You remember him, right?” I froze. That madman? That filthy drunk? He’s the Keeper? Higher than the Order. Even higher than Lorenzo?

“We may need to speak to one of your divines or a witness to the truce.” “Keeper, what does it mean?” Rahl asked. She looked over at him to find him staring pointedly at Kain. After clearing his throat, Kain answered, “It means protector, guardian. The Order maintains balance in all realms. They’re called Keepers.” “That shouldn’t be too surprising then,” Rahl shrugged. “It’s her destiny to bring harmony to two worlds.” Kain shifted to the edge of his seat as he said, “But Keepers are created from the vortex of power. They’re beings of light summoned by the Reverend. Emory wasn’t called forth by it.”

They’re wrong. She turned the page. A Keeper isn’t born. A Keeper is the person who chooses truth when every lie would be easier. A tear slipped down her cheek. The words sounded exactly like him. Steady. Patient. Certain. She closed the journal as footsteps approached. It was Ethan. “I thought I’d find you here.” She smiled softly. “I was reading Dad’s journal.” He sat beside her. “What did he say?” Amelia looked down at the worn pages. “He said being a Keeper is a choice.”

“Were alive.” “On the other side they are.” Astraea leaned forward. “Ardan!” Kazan pulled her back. “You are absolutely not jumping through the ancient time door because you recognize somebody.” “But we know him.” “We know the dead version.” “Daddy.” “That sentence made perfect sense.” Another voice came from behind us. “Unfortunately, Alpha, she may be correct.” I turned. The Keeper stood at the edge of the clearing. He hadn’t walked there. He simply existed where empty space had been a moment earlier.

The keepers director said as he bend to her side and gave her a spoonful of liquid "Who are you? Where am I? How do you know my name" she weakly said trying to see clearly "You are in my house, I saved you from the evil beings" he reply as he pack the materials he used on her inside a bag "You must be a keeper, right" Ariana said with a bit of hope that he is one "We'll discuss more when you are strong, for now rest so that the gas in you can exist " he said and stood up " Thanks for saving me" Ariana muttered

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.

Mason crouched beside him. “Take your time.” Bramble looked at the sanctuary survivors. At Theo. At the glowing Keeper markings. Then back at Evander. Understanding hit Mason one second before Bramble found the word. “Keeper.” Claire covered her mouth. Bramble pointed toward the Hollow. “Keeper.” Evander’s face changed. Completely. “No.” Bramble’s markings flashed. “KEEPER.” The Hollow screamed. And every Keeper in the clearing lit up. Theo. Elara.