Light Keeper Book Novels & Stories

"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."

The light we k****e in others. The book was completed, its pages filled with the wisdom of the ages. It was bound in leather, its cover embossed with the symbol of the Circle of Light. It was placed in the heart of the School of Light, in the alcove where the Keeper's gift rested, a gift to the healers who would come after. The students and healers gathered to honor its completion, their faces filled with gratitude and hope.

“I don’t deserve you.” “You don’t have to,” she said, taking his hand. “Just don’t push me away.” He kissed her thenslow, intense, like he was anchoring himself in her warmth. When he pulled away, his voice was steadier. “We need to find that second ledger.” She nodded. “Then we’ll start tomorrow. Together.” But miles away, in a cold storage facility guarded by cameras and silence, a man opened a steel container marked with a Carlyle seal. Inside, hidden beneath layers of files, was a black leather book. The second ledger. He flipped it open, and his eyes lit up. “This,” he whispered, “will burn them to the ground.”

There was a brief silence on the other end before Mom spoke up with concern. "Isn't your seventh anniversary with Lucas coming up? Shouldn't you stay with him for that special occasion?" I let out a bitter laugh. "That won't be necessary." After hanging up, I booked my flight. At dawn, Lucas pushed open the door to our house and walked in, looking a little worn out. When he saw me sitting in the living room, he smiled and walked over. "I spent the whole night observing the skies. I'm so exhausted," he said.

The thrill to try it earlier engulfed her, she looked around, no one was with her, Meena was asleep in little the room next to hers. She lit a lamp and sat on the table to read the book. Opening it, she found out there were so many things people could summon; witches, demons, angels, fairies...she searched for the guardians, it was hard to see because the book was very old. Guardians of the light as it was called, beings who protect the interests and happiness of their masters who called them.

he replied, his voice warm. “And why do you say that?” Aislen found herself smiling back at him. There was something entirely engaging about him, she thought, something that sucked a person into his warmth and made them want to confess to all manner of things. Not a werewolf, she tried to think logically. No, Leighton Richard wasn’t a werewolf, nor was he a vampire. But he was something… something supernatural. “Because, I am not,” he replied. “You are the Secret Keeper.”

I hate being in a rush We have six bathrooms , two on each floor but I swear it’s not enough I’m Mena’ by the way I just turned 18 today so it’s my birthday and I got my wolf a month ago right around the time my dreams stopped .Alpha and Beta pups get their wolves before their 18th birthday they can manifest as early as 15 but omegas have to wait until 18 and mated so Yay Me I couldn’t wait to get my wolf her name is Seaia. I love having my wolf she is magnificent all my senses are heightened now I can run faster and I have more energy than ever before I’m much stronger than I was before as well .Did I mention that she is also beautiful Light grey with a white under belly and a white streak

Cale brushed the dirt away with his sleeve. "There is a drawer," Cale said. "Is there anything in it?" Cale pulled the handle. It screeched, but it opened. Inside was a book. A logbook. Bound in leather that was green with mold. "Another book," Elion sighed. "We keep finding books. Is the universe trying to tell us something?" "Keepers are required to log the conditions," Cale said. He picked it up carefully. The pages were damp, swollen with humidity, but legible.

Not sad. Important. The old Storykeeper reached into his coat. Carefully. Deliberately. And removed a small object. A lantern. Tiny. No larger than my palm. Crafted from silver and gold. Beautifully worn. Beautifully preserved. The craftsmanship looked ancient. Older than the Hall. Older than the city. Perhaps older than memory itself. Alaric held it carefully. Reverently. Then offered it to me. I stared. Confused. "You should carry it."

she said. "Yes," Sera said. "The work of the companion document applies to the Keeper function as much as to anyone." She looked at her. "The Keeper is not outside the formation. The Keeper is inside it. Being formed by it continuously. While watching it in others." She paused. "That is the most complex part. Holding the lamp and being illuminated by it simultaneously." Orin looked at the notes. At the three pages. At the blank page that had started the morning. "Can I ask something?" she said.