Keeper Of Enchanted Rooms Novels & Stories

She promised that she would fulfill my wish as she hooked our pinky fingers together. However, at that moment, she was marrying another man while wearing the wedding dress that I had designed. My heart ached terribly. I didn't even notice when someone discreetly opened my door. The abductors were already right behind me when I finally realized that something was amiss. One of them raised his hand at the same time I turned around, bringing it down on my neck. I fainted within seconds. The last thing I saw right before I lost consciousness was still Victoria. Her smile looked especially sweet on the television.

“Remembered what?” “Yourself.” Elena frowned. “I don't understand.” The keeper pointed toward the center of the room. “Come.” Elena followed him. A large circular symbol had appeared on the floor. It looked exactly like the symbol on her palm. “What is this?” “A memory seal.” “What does it do?” “It prevents the memory inside you from taking control.” Elena's stomach tightened. “Taking control?” The Keeper nodded. “You saw the woman.” “Yes.” “She is you.” “No.”

She just left a letter telling him not to worry, she will come back before sunset, otherwise, he will freak out. It took her a while just to get herself outside. The palace was so big that she can't even find the exit. She can't remember how many doors she has opened thinking it will lead her in the right direction. Ugh! I don't want to live in such a big place like this. Everything is just inaccessible. It was a perfect day with perfect weather. This place never fails to amaze her. It was very magical especially with those huge and small mushrooms that loom during the night. Different tube of crystals sticks everywhere and those fireflies-

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.

"Who are you?" The figure's gaze bore into hers. "I am a Keeper of Secrets, a guardian of the enigma that has shrouded the Enchanted Realm for eons. The path you tread is but a fragment of a greater tapestry, and your choices have set in motion a sequence of events that will shape the very fabric of reality."

today was a fairytale. Henry walked me back to the room assigned to me, he stated, "Goodnight." as he gently planted a kiss on my forehead, he smiled and gave me a present, Henry remarks, "Open it after I leave." I nodded with my face still all red and that annoying smile in my face that I can't seem to erase, "G-goodnight..." Then he walked away as he waved goodbye, I went inside my room and after a few minutes of realisation, I shouted out of glee, jumping all over my bed with a blushing face and a smile from ear to ear.

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."

"Only those of the blood can turn that lock. Are you Elena’s girl?" I took a step back, keeping the desk between us. "I'm Esmeralda. Who are you? How long have you been down here?" The old man stepped into the light. His eyes were milky with cataracts, but he seemed to see me well enough. He let out a soft, wheezing laugh. "Too long, child. I am the Keeper. I was forgotten by the Council forty years ago when they decided the truth was too dangerous to keep in the light. They think this room is sealed. They don't know about the belfry door."

“You won’t listen to anyone, that isn’t in charge of you. Where is the Enchantress? If I’m not a prisoner then take me to her.” Dean nodded. “As you wish. Finish eating and I will take you.” The hallways seemed thicker than the rooms did and the décor contained pictures of symbols and history embedded in the wallpaper. Her hands reached out unable to stop herself from touching the elegant drawings feeling the power flow through her. “A bit of your history.” Dean informed. “Come on its this way.” The Enchantress’s quarter was far down the hall on the other side of the building, in this modern like castle fortress. Dean stopped and waved his hands at the door instead of knocking on it. Teya lo

Then a third white oval door caught their attention and curious and amazed at all they had seen, Marcus and Amy wasted no time in going to meet this one and open it, then. What, another room? - Marcus asked, seeing the same room as the other, with only one decorative object and the colors of the bedspread and rugs changing. - Maybe a special room for us, since this is the Keeper's room," Amy hunched, confused. - Only you're the Guardian," Marcus reminded her. -But then where did Matteo sleep? - There is a special room for the Elder," answered a voice behind their backs, and as they turned around they found Matteo smiling.