He A Keeper Novels & Stories

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.”

she whispered. A faint smile appeared on his face. “That is something every ruler says…” His breathing became weaker. “…right before someone reminds them they are still human.” Elara’s eyes filled with tears. “Who are you?” The Keeper looked at the journal. Then at her. “My name was forgotten long ago.” He coughed. “But I was there when the old queen made her choice.” Everyone froze. Kael stepped closer. “The old queen?” The Keeper looked at Elara. “Queen Lysandra.”

She missed him everyday and wished she could turn the hands of time. But then, there was something captivating about the guy who was standing right before her. With his perfectly chiseled jawline and masculine voice, he had some effect on her. This wasn’t her mom’s doing. No, it was far from it. “This is the new housekeeper, Mason. He’ll be tending to the house everyday. He’ll be involved with the maintenance of the spick and span nature of this house. He’ll also be taking care of the kids.’” Stella, Kesa’s assistant said. She just snapped Kesa out of her thoughts.

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."

He sighed. Hopefully he's with me on this scheme. “Vaughn, good to see you.” Sean greeted, now I'm the one who's fucking shocked. They know each other? Asher finally neared us, hands in his pocket, he didn't look friendly at all, eyes were fixed on me. “He owns Ashguard, the best five star hotel I constantly use.” He murmured for my ears only. “You too,” he replied. “I see you know Wren.” “Yes, she's…”

“We have to destroy them all. It’s the only way to ensure our family’s safety.” As they deliberated their next move, a low rumble echoed through the cavern. The family froze, their eyes darting toward the entrance. From the shadows emerged a figure cloaked in black, their face obscured by a hood. “Who are you?” Wickham demanded, stepping protectively in front of Clara and the children. The figure raised a hand, revealing a glowing amulet that pulsed in time with the orb’s light. “I am the Keeper,” they said, their voice calm but commanding. “You have done well to make it this far, but your journey is not yet complete.”

After my sister-in-law Lydia had my brother Caleb's kidney removed and spent three years draining his blood, he escaped back to our hometown barely alive. He lay on a bed at the clinic, holding my hand tight as he said, "Noah, don't go after them. You can't afford to cross Lydia's family." Three days later, he died in my arms. I buried him on the hillside behind the town, under the old oak tree he had loved to climb as a child. On the seventh day after I buried him, a black Maybach stopped at the edge of town. Lydia got out with a frail man who looked like he could fall over at any time. She stood outside my house's door and looked at me. "Noah, where's your brother? Tell him to come o

I won’t stay mad since it’ll only make me look like a kid. “Don’t worry about it, and for Justin. I can see that he was just acting tough,” I said and heard someone snort. I looked at the man who clearly was trying not to lose it. “Sorry about my brother. My name is Kevin Cartson, and this is my younger brother Eric. You see, my brother is trying his best not to laugh at what Justin had just done. What I do, I guess you can say I’m the babysitter of the chaotic group.”

He walked over to her desk and leaned up against it. Through her lashes, she looked up at him seeing him glance down at her. "I'm ready, just give me a second." She said finishing her work and saving it. He didn't say anything and just stood there, watching and waiting. There was something about her now..something different and he decided that it was the fierce need to protect the child she was carrying, his child. And since she was the one carrying it, he had to protect her as well. “Alright, all done." She said standing up and grabbing her bag.

"Dr. Steinbeck, Dr. Holgate, please—save my mom! Her asthma's bad. There was this girl, Natalie Klutz—she booked you before. Remember?" Dr. Holgate blinked, then asked flatly, "You're Dr. Haden's husband, right?" Jasper's eyes lit up. "Yeah, that's me! But... what's Emily got to do with this?" Dr. Holgate raised a brow. "Everything. She reached out through Dr. Steinbeck. Asked me to check on her mother-in-law's asthma. Showed me your photo and everything. I thought it was sweet. But then she told me to forget it. Why?"