Light Keeper Book Novels & Stories

m. Thinking about spending the night making love to her, I was incredibly excited. The front door had a keypad lock, to which she’d given me the code, so I entered it and opened the door. However, by the shoe rack, there was a pair of men’s leather shoes. I froze for a moment. The living room lights were off, but the bedroom door was ajar, and light was spilling out, illuminating clothes scattered all over the carpet: a skirt and a bra, as well as a suit and shirt.

I couldn't. I had forgotten the feel of her fur agaunst my skin,the thrill of running under the moon light.The freedom in it. I had to wake her up. When the guards exchanged shifts later that night,a small book slid under the cell door. It was old and cracked. I froze. Who could it have come from? What was inside it? I crawled my way to the small book,picked it up.The book was titled blood and moon.awakening the dormant wolf.This was an ancient teaching about dormant and weak wolves.

He stares at me and his brow furrows. "You look like a lost man," he laughs. He tilts his head, his milky gaze piercing. "And I see you are not tailing Avara, as is your usual pattern. That means she is still bedridden. I heard she was in a bad shape when she was released from her one-day imprisonment." I almost ignore him in my anger, but a thought causes me to freeze. The Lorekeeper is the guardian of our lineage, the keeper of all stories of the pack. He is the all-seeing eye.

Ise said. “Those are the two that came in on Tuesday,” the keeper said, “and went out again Wednesday morning at four, and I never saw either of them awake. And the two that were mine went out with them, and their boards are the two I have not brought you, because I burned them on Tuesday night when I was told to, and I have wanted to say that out loud to somebody for nine days.” “Who told you?” “A letter.” “In whose hand?” “I cannot read,” the keeper said. “Nine years and four pounds a quarter,r and I have never once been able to read a word of it. A boy brings it and reads it to me and takes it away again.”

“If you choose.” KEEPER. “If you choose that name.” The being went silent. Then— I CHOOSE KEEPER. Light exploded. The black ocean became stars. The Keeper’s broken places began filling. Not with stolen keys. New light. Created. Its own. Emmy laughed. “You did it.” The Keeper looked at her. A small object appeared. A key. Clear crystal. Not taken. Made. MINE. Emmy smiled. “Yes.” The Keeper held it. MY KEY.

“Of course, I heard it loud enough. You are talking about Oerdipux Complex. Am I right?” He smiled. “I’m glad you are listening. So back again, I was saying...” “Xienne!” I heard Lexy’s voice outside. I automatically turned my head to her side, I saw her standing outside of our room. She waved her hands happily. Blithe. I took a glimpse at Clark, only to saw him watching Lexy. I forgot they have a past. I stood up and excused myself. “Ah, I’ll just go and talk to her, if you would let me, Clark,” I uttered.

“Come on both of you, and do bring the chicken.” We followed him inside, the library smelled damp and old to me, the stone walls giving it an air of mystery. His long robe brushed the floor, making slight swishing sounds as we walked toward a table in the corner of the room; piled high with books. He motioned for us to sit and picked up a book that looked like it’s binding was about to fall apart. He flipped the yellowed pages until he found what he was looking for and set the book down, pointing to a page where I began to read out loud. “The Earth Goddesses’ Protector, a wolf with fur the color of moonlight guards her from the night sky, his spirit glowing and racing amongst the stars for a

Just from the titles of the books alone, I knew I would be put right to sleep if I tried to read a sentence or two out of any of them. God I wondered what kinda people enjoyed reading, but then looking at this lady whom I believed was the storekeeper because she really did look like it, I didn't need to wonder far. I mean, just look at her in those humongous uglyass glasses enlarging those blue eyes, in that even uglier sweater and who still wore tights? Definitely a boring book reader. "Thank goodness Wilma, you're awake" the storekeeper came in relief to the stiring and moaning lady on the floor as her eyes opened up.

“It was given to her by her grandmother. She would want you to have it." Kimberly's hand extended, hesitating for a moment before making contact with the book. The moment her palm touched the cover, the pages erupted in a brief, golden light that illuminated the room. The sudden radiance startled Kimberly, causing her to gasp loudly as her eyes widened in awe. In stark contrast to Kimberly's reaction, Levi stood unfazed, his expression serene and almost expectant. It was as if he had known that the book would react to Kimberly's touch, and was merely waiting for the inevitable to occur.

Amelia had cornered my mother at the lakeside. She spoke softly, "Mrs. Carden, do you know… Why I wanted to kill your daughter?" My mother's eyes bulged with fear as she turned. A thunderclap echoed in my mind. With a splash, Amelia pushed my mother into the lake. My mom struggled frantically. Alas, that place was deserted. It was the most forgotten corner of the hospital. Amelia stood by the shore, arms wrapped around herself, a glint of venom in her gaze. Her smile was wicked, each word dripping with satisfaction. "Why did your daughter have to steal the spot that was rightfully mine?