Soul Keeper Novels & Stories

"The Reaper, The Keeper, and The Darkness. You sure were a busy woman while I was locked up, weren’t you, Elara? You left me behind to be tortured. Meanwhile, everyone is fighting to fuck you or for the chance to kill you.” “The Keeper,” I repeated, ignoring her bitter jabs. We would fight about that later, but for now, I wanted to know everything she did. "Who is the keeper? Is that who you think was trying to keep me away from the pond...the source?" “Hm,” Sarah hummed in agreement, sounding disoriented, like she had been drinking as she closed her eyes. Whatever she had witnessed while she was locked up, and wherever her mind was taking her now, was not to a place I could even try to unde

"You're... you're the reason I keep coming back?" "Not the reason. The facilitator. You keep coming back because your soul refuses to rest while Xavier's fate remains uncertain. I simply ensure that when you're reborn, you retain your memories. That you come back stronger, wiser, more prepared for what's ahead." The Keeper moved closer, and I realized she wasn't quite solid. I could see through her, just barely. "Do you know how many times you've died trying to save him?" "I... no."

It simply folded its limbs into a crouching position. "You wished to know our purpose, " it said. "Very well. We are the Keepers of the Shore. The guardians of this reality.. You, travelers from, beyond the veil..." Its reflective eyes gleamed with something that might have been hope or fear or both. "You have brought us something we have not seen in ten thousand years." "A challenge, " another voice said. It was hard to tell where the voice came from. "The Crucibles mark on your son's soul. The Keepers echo in the fathers hands.. The question that has been on our minds since the First Fracture..."

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.

he said and helped her stand up. "Huh?" He seemed even more confused even after explaining it. "Soul suckers are soul thieves. They steal the souls we pick up. It's another job for us to catch them and kill them but most soul reapers like me, don't care about them as long as it's not the souls we pick up what they're stealing. And I'm sure, he won't bother you after tonight. Unless, he wants to mess with me.”

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.”

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

Plus, my doctor said my hormones were out of balance, and I needed a way to relieve the stress. However, I already had a wolfhound at home. Salem Tarr would definitely have taken issue with it. Sensing my hesitation, the vendor kicked the beastkin. "Get up and show the lady your muscles." The beastkin rose to his feet slowly. Chains bound his body, and he could only remove his black T-shirt with one hand, instantly revealing his lean, pale muscles. However, his skin was covered in bruises and scars.

Because in the darkness, in a voice torn with anguish, he whispered the name that truly owned his soul: "Vivienne."