Keeper Of Soul Novels & Stories

As we came out, a voice reverberated all through the room – a gatekeeper soul, astute and old. "The Guardians of Adjust," echoes the soul's voice, "You've been chosen to preserve the concordance that connects all realms." "We take that duty," I answered, our commitment faithful. The nearness of the soul appeared to wrap us. "The enchantment of the Charmed Woodland could be a beacon of solidarity and it'll assist you on your travel."

"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." Soraya's brows furrowed. "What do you want from us?"

The Keeper, its gaze fixated on the glowing shard, remarked, "That artifact you hold, it doesn't belong here, nor do you. Yet, its power resonates with the very essence of this realm." Dupree, drawing his weapon and standing protectively in front of the group, demanded, "What do you want from us?" The Keeper, its voice a whispering echo of countless voices, responded, "A trade. A moment from each of you, a memory of utmost importance, in exchange for safe passage." Moros, skeptical, questioned, "How can we trust you? How do we know you won't take our memories and leave us stranded?" Lysandra, analyzing the Keeper's fluctuating form, noted, "It's made of memories, lost moments. Perhaps our me

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

"She was your daughter! How could you kill her?" The Keeper's face tightened, his expression a mixture of grief and determination. "I did what I had to do, Cole," he said. "I protected you. I protected the world." He stood up, his gaze fixed on the horizon. "Seraphina will not stop," he said. "She will continue to use every weapon at her disposal to destroy us. We must be prepared." He turned to Cole, his eyes filled with a grave determination. "I know this is difficult, Cole," he said. "But we cannot allow grief to consume us. We must focus on the task at hand. We must defeat Seraphina, and end this nightmare once and for all."

uffed a laugh—more feral than anything. “The food is fine for you to eat, human.” Those strange green eyes pinned me to the spot, as if he could detect every muscle in my body that was priming to bolt. “Leave, if you want,” he added with a flash of teeth. “I’m not your jailer. The gates are open—you can live anywhere in Duskarra.” And no doubt be eaten or tormented by a wretched witches. But while every inch of this place was civilized and clean and beautiful, I had to get out, had to get back. That promise to my mother, cold and vain as she was, was all I had. I made no move toward the food. “Fine,” he said, the word laced with a growl, and began serving himself. I didn’t have to face the c

There wasn’t a soul left alive on that cursed mountain when that sun traveled across the sky that next morning. I traveled from town to town and village to village in those following days, and I watched as soulmates turned into enemies from their bigotry and their hatred. The betrayal of one bond had single-handedly destroyed the bonds for countless other people. The world was torn apart by fighting in and among all clans. I, Mae Shamrock, last of The Sisters of the Path Coven, bore witness to the destruction of the soulmate bond as the Soulmate Covenant was broken in 1850. I knew without a doubt that it would not be returning… UNTIL the world changed its ways…

The words rang louder than the rest, each syllable cold as iron. Kael moved then, stepping in front of her, his presence blocking some of the heat of their stares. His voice was clipped, but it carried a razor edge. “She is not compromised. If the corruption had taken her, we would not be standing here. I saw the tether resist. She fought it.” Councilor Ilyra, the glass-haired woman, sneered. “You defend her because she is yours to train. Your pride blinds you, Kael.” Kael’s gaze sharpened. “I defend her because she fought with more strength than most seasoned reapers would have in her place. If you strip her now, you lose the only link we have to tracking this soul.”

Shaking my head, I add, “Unknowingly, I arrived here seeking answers, but it seems you only wish to hurt me with your cruel words.” His gaze flickers to the book in my hand, the pages worn and yellowed with age. “Open it. Innovar is a name for the creator. The one creature that made us all. The Soulmaker, Soulmender, and Soulkeeper are its descendants. There’s a chapter about the Soulkeeper, who is said to haunt the dreams of those cursed or carrying poison with them.”

after dropping the pot, Sabrina brought out a little chest from her pocket, a magical box that had the power to contain and imprison souls, called a soul keeper, only a few seconds remained for his soul to escape to the afterlife and she knew she mustn’t let it happen again; quickly opening the chest, she channeled all her energy to plunge the soul out of the body, and then and there, the power from the box drew Lucas De’ Clan’s soul into its confines, there to be imprisoned in Sabrina’s keep forever. ********** Ava felt a sharp pain in her tummy then, she knew that something bad has happened, but she doesn’t want to think the worst now. As fast as she could, she ran along with Kiara to her