Keeper Of Soul Novels & Stories

"Come, dear one. Sit with me, and I will tell you a tale of loss and redemption." Hesitant but driven by the need for answers, I approached her, my heart pounding in my chest. I sank onto a nearby stone bench, never letting my gaze waver from her face. She began to speak, her voice carrying the weight of a thousand whispered secrets. "I am Aria, the Guardian of Souls," she began, her voice carrying a timeless quality. "Long ago, I was entrusted with a sacred duty—to watch over the souls of those who had passed and ensure their safe passage to the other side. But one day, a dark force arose, threatening to steal those souls and use them for nefarious purposes."

The night was broken by a scream, and when the group hurried outside, they discovered a shadowed figure standing at the edge of the camp. “Who’s there?” Lucan demanded, drawing his weapon. The figure stepped forward, its voice echoing unnaturally. “You thought you could destroy me?” Lena’s heart froze as recognition dawned. It was the Keeper not as a physical being, but as a manifestation of the orb’s lingering energy. “I am eternal,” the Keeper intoned, its form shifting and flickering. “And you, Lena, will be my new host.” Kaden stepped protectively in front of Lena, his blade drawn. “Over my dead body.”

I also made an effort to listen to Madeline’s thoughts, putting myself in her shoes and trying to understand her perspective. Their lives began to improve, and they often shared stories about the friends they made at school. They became close companions as they learned from each other. Together, they succeeded in getting into prestigious universities. I watched them smile often and I quietly exhaled with relief. As I became more empathetic, I no longer blamed others for my suffering. Slowly, my business began to flourish. The soul swap was perhaps a gift from the heavens. It not only saved Madeline but also rescued me from becoming someone increasingly arrogant and self-centered.

Some struggled, some gave up and we never saw them again but as time went on, we discovered that they were switched off too - I like to say that instead of saying the word 'killed' - and then we finally realized we were never getting out of there without being the person they wanted us to be and that was exactly what I became, a killer. I had my first kill at the age of twelve, then I realized there was no hope for my soul. I turned off all my emotions and made myself a heartless being. I'd killed a married woman who had two young children, they never told us why we killed, we just followed orders. I watched the husband fall apart wondering how he was going to take of his kids after his othe

Stifling a laugh, I sit back and say, “Well, you already know that I am Jason. I want to know exactly how you found my number and know everything about her and what is going on.” Hesitating, he scans the room before stating, “I work with an organization called the Luminaries, we keep an eye on things that are older than humanity and that could eventually pose a threat to it. Your soul eater is just one of many and she has literally been around since the beginning of time as far as we can tell.”

scold, me,” she said teasingly. A smile filled my face and I found myself laughing. “You really are something else,” I reply, looking down at the open book. “So, I am so confused. Marylin finds out that Remus has been lying to her the whole time, but then in this chapter, she sleeps with him. I don’t understand,” she says while showing me the next tab. I smile at her eagerness, “You don’t remember the gift that Remus gives her in the third chapter? A ring, forged in Dolos, the place of lost minds, rectified by the Keeper?” She nods her head as she flips back to the third chapter, “Right, it was a birthday gift.” “Yes, and remember Rosalyn later says that the Keeper went by many nam

I don't know how I am looking but with the horrid expressions on Alex and Joanna’s I may be looking like a fool and shit. “ E…E…Ezra, H..He…Is W…with…M..Mitchell.” I don't know how I uttered these words as my eyes are closing on their Accord and all I can see is blackness and their voices are absurd. I welcomed the darkness which was calling me and I happily welcomed it and kept falling and falling till I felt peace. “ Ezra Irwin is not only an addiction but also a parasite who will kill you even after you are dead and I hope I have met my death.”

“You made it.” “Who are you?” Autumn’s voice trembled with both curiosity and caution. “Names are slippery here,” Luma replied, her smile cracking like old porcelain under pressure. “But you can call me Luma.” Autumn’s brow furrowed, a storm of questions swirling within her. “What are you?” Luma’s laughter was a haunting melody. “Not a what. A who. I’m a soul-keeper. Merchant. Witness. Collector of what the veil casts aside.”

He just kept mumbling under his breath, "I'm sorry, Winnie. I never managed to protect you… I'm sorry…" I felt that Finnegan wasn't getting me. Why did he keep mumbling to himself and blaming himself for not protecting me? Wasn't he the one who hurt me the most all the while? The sedative was starting to work again, and I started floating out of consciousness. Someone suddenly hugged me tightly. His arms were warm and somewhat comforting, but they were also holding back because they were shaking uncontrollably. "Go to sleep, Winnie. I promise that by the time you wake up, they will all be down in the depths of hell. Of course, if you want me to go down with them, I'll gladly do so, too."

Bring her back. She turned. Diva's heart shattered—relief, anger, grief colliding. She wailed aloud. "Derek, no." He hesitated, doubt in his eyes. Eamon pushed back his hood, and the Keeper's face was revealed—another, one they did not know. The genuine Keeper smiled. "I keep the relic safe from those who would abuse it. Light and dark alike." Derek stepped forward, the sword falling from his grasp with a clatter. "Keep back from her."