Soul Keeper Novels & Stories

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

Michael than put the dagger they planned to kill the survivor with on the table "There is only one dagger like this and it belongs to the underworld and unless you get permission you will not be able to touch it, this is the soul keeper once stabbed with it your soul will be enslaved to the one who uses it "I see..." "what we can do now is Wait for the survivor to wake up and see if my investigation is correct and you can also meanwhile interrogate the assassins from the dungeon"

Further markers become identifiable at the age of maturity. Keeper’s reach maturity at the standard age of twenty-one, at this point the hair of a keeper will gradually begin to turn silver. The power inheritance that starts at birth. By the age of thirty a Keeper will have completed their power inheritance and their hair will be purely silver. In addition to increased memory retention and processing abilities, a keeper also has the ability to shield all thoughts and memories from any race that would be able to otherwise obtain this. Keepers also have an exceedingly long, life span, with the oldest recorded keeper celebrating his three hundred and forty sixth birthday shortly before he died

“Stop pretending like you have no idea what we are talking about.” “Grimkeeper did not revive me, I am immortal,” Terra said haughtily. “But I killed you,” Steve pressed. “No, you destroyed my body, my soul remained untouched.” Terra corrected smugly. “How do I kill your soul?” Emma asked. “I am asking for a friend.” “Look, I did not come here to go back and forth with you on my life expectancy. I came here to you that I know the reason Grimkeeper is holding back from making the obvious move of raising the dead to win this war.” Terra stated.

To use it is to invite disaster. The words of the apparition resonated deeply with Zara, causing her heart to race in her chest. With a more steady tone, she enquired, "What are you?" It said, "I am the Keeper." One of the final reminders of the past. I protect the information about the shards and the harm they cause. Kael kept his guard up but lowered his weapon a little. "Why haven't you destroyed the shards if you are a guardian?" The Keeper's bright eyes appeared to fade. "because they are impervious to destruction." Just as you are now tied to them, they are bound to this world.

The phone ringing a few times and the trembling voice on the other end. "I'm ready. But I have one last request from you." Allen was silent for a while. He thought. "Say it for the last time!" ".............." Although Altan took a sigh of relief after hanging up the phone, the restlessness within him continued to increase. Now the last fort remained in front of him. If he took that castle, his job would be as easy as ripping a sock. But the job was to take that castle, and that castle was so well guarded. He should have been so prepared. It must have been so strong. That castle was surrounded by strong walls. Even if it was a solid wall, he would burn and destroy those walls. He was going t

I said as I meet his eyes and I saw the glint of sadness and loneliness as he smiled at me and then turned around to gather his things. When he took his leave, I sat there looking at Cassidy, and for a moment, I let myself feel the familiar sadness and loneliness. Regretting my decision and wish that I could spend more days with Devon, as me, as Hannah, and not us someone else. Suddenly, I felt my heart aching, Lucy's heart seemed to stop beating. I grabbed the arms of the chair as I gasp for air. I breathe in deeply and I calmed for a bit. "Damn, this body is weak. I need to do something fast." I got my mom's phone from her purse and searched for possession of dead bodies. I was horrified b

“I think you’ve judged the situation wrong, Alpha. I am in no way a whipped puppy at her command. You can do as you wish with her. However, it seems I have a smaller, extra hearthstone that was broken off from the original. I believe it would serve your purpose, however, along with the girl, I want something else.” Ruax questioningly raised his eyebrow. “There was a breach in the realm yesterday. Someone had crossed the portal and entered here. I don’t trust them or their power. They cannot be allowed to live, not after being the only beings to cross the portal in well over a century. I believe they are in your possession? If you eliminate them, we have a deal.” “How many souls can this brok

The gate was the entrance of the shelter, you know code 4: if a dog escapes. Also, the shelter was connected to a small forest. I carefully open the gate door to see the leader of the pack warrior walking towards me. "Hello," I whisper to one of the wolves. Hello Luna. "Oh no. I'm not your Luna." I said, looking at the pack warrior leader. But the Alpha sends us here to protect you. "No, I'm fine. Believe me. But just in case if you don't leave. I, your future Luna, command you guys to be sent back to the pack. Now." I said, with my strong voice to make him obey my orders.

“I can’t afford to fail. Not this summer. Not here. Not anywhere.” Nikolai’s eyes softened ever so slightly, though the edge of control never left them. “Then don’t.” Arlo bent over again, trying to steady his breathing, trying to anchor himself in work, in movement, in anything he could. But Nikolai didn’t leave. Not immediately. He stood there, quiet, a reminder that this summer wasn’t just about hard work. Not just about survival. --- The thought prickled at Arlo’s mind. He shouldn’t even be here. He has more important things to do.