Keeper Finder Novels & Stories

He took my hand again and smiled sadly. “I am here now, and it was wonderful to speak with Apache again, and I am very excited to be welcomed into your pack. Although, I would like to meet the warriors that went looking for me as well. I’m sure I would remember the ones I tormented as a child.” Grinning I turned to my food and took another bite of my burger. “Well, most of them have retired and moved away with their mates. There are two left that stayed. Do you remember Garrett and Kyle?” I almost jumped out of my seat at the mention of Kyle.

better look. And then my breath caught in my throat. There was a watch on the floor. I picked it up and brought it under the light so I could look at it. It was from a very exclusive designer brand and from what I knew, Ryder loved to buy his stuff from popular and mainstram designers. I knew without a doubt that this watch doesn’t belong to Ryder. So who could it be? Had someone kidnapped Ryder and framed him? The person would have to be very wealthy to afford a watch like this. A bad feeling washed over me and I decided to take it back to Keagan so he could use his connections to find out the watch’s owner but just as I made to shove it into my jeans pocket, I saw a very tiny inscription

For Keepers of the realm of immortality and power, the key stays in one host for 5 years until it transfers to another host even if the present host is healthy. These kinds of keepers are the hardest to find since the host sometimes does not even realize that they are keepers in the first place. These keepers also do not have abilities to sense other keepers in the area and are their auras are completely hidden and can't be sensed by other keepers. I found it hard to believe that Rai could successfully find that kind of keeper in a short amount of time. I also find it hard to believe that the keeper would be willing to help us in the first place.

Let's focus on the problem at hand. Keira took a moment, watched them all look to her. Keira: Are you sure about your intel? Kate: Calvin Hunter was our killer. It stands to reason— Keira: I can't take it stands to reason to The Table's Assembly, especially after what happened in Venatores. Get me something by The Table's Assembly before we lose another damn Seat Number 12.

Many years ago, I suffered a head injury in a car accident and ended up brain-damaged. Only my godmother, Fenelle Porter, remained to care for me after my parents' long-ago divorce and relocation. As my mother's closest friend, she possessed a mature elegance, a striking figure, and a complexion that was both fair and smooth. My feelings for Fenelle ran deep, leading me to frequently lose myself in late-night fantasies about her. A recent accident changed everything. While Fenelle was out shopping, I fell from a cabinet and struck my head. Although the impact unexpectedly restored my mental capabilities, I chose to maintain the facade of my previous condition.

He narrowed his eyes at me for another moment, then nodded. “Sean,” Adrian said as we neared the tall Alpha he’d pointed out. He’d been talking with a group of others, looking severe, but immediately abandoned his conversation and clasped Adrian’s hand. “I want you to meet Kara,” Adrian continued. “Chief Delta of Hunter’s pack, and a very competent partner for yours. I’m hoping you can work together.” “Nice to meet you,” I said, grasping Sean’s hand firmly. I thought he looked skeptical, and a little bored.

He put me down and chuckled. "This was my grandparents place. When my grandfather died, he left it to me under the stipulation that I use it when I found my mate to make it our family home. I've had someone fix it up in the last few days and stock and clean it. I linked the caretaker to turn on the lights when we left." he explained as he hurried upstairs. "Look around as I put the bags away. The fridge is full if you're hungry." he added.

A key. ---

“Destan has one.” “If he is operating a Memory Wolf at the level this suggests, yes, he has access to a finder. He would have needed one to locate the wolves in that northern pack specifically. He would have known exactly who to target.” She looked at me steadily. “And he would have known exactly where you are. From the beginning. Not through any source inside this pack. Through the finder.” The heater hummed. Somewhere in the archive building a door opened and closed. “He’s always known where I am,” I said.

“Don’t you miss me?” Kier asked as soon as he entered the Ferrer mansion. Kierson, who was reading a newspaper while enjoying his coffee, immediately grimaced. “You go inside and out in this mansion like this was yours,” he pointed out. “Anyway, I am sure you have news for me.” Kier plopped on the sofa next to Kierson. “Serve me my tea first,” he demanded. “I am the boss here, Kier.” Kierson put down the newspaper and looked at Kier. “Have you found out where they are hiding the slaves?”