Soul Keeper Novels & Stories

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.

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.

I once saw a famous person who was healed when only half of his body was put into it—he came back healed alive with a newly regenerated his missing half. “Let’s nullify every thoughts of that since our healings doesn’t work the only choice he took will do.” Granny Chan said, “and what are you guardians doing here, your day of cleansing the cave was never today.” “We are very sorry, Godmother. We came Immediately the Queen of deep sea ordered.” “State why you’re here.” The Queen commanded. The two guardians bowed then the male guardian answered. “All due to the fact that the king of Humanes was in our presence we couldn’t at least specified why we are truly here.”

She glances at Kelly with fear in her eyes, "Dad has eyes everywhere, even though he's dead. I've been eliminating any that get too close since he died. "Once I learned you existed all those years ago, I've been trying to protect you. Jessica Adams, your dead wife kept him updated right until she died at birth. Bruce, the guy she was messing with kept tabs on you until you killed him and Katie. "He's been trying to kill you since you were born and now he wants to kill Kelly before the twins are born," she chokes in a whisper and I could see the truth in her eyes. "I've been keeping my distance, making sure she's safe, that you're both safe."

More jewels and gowns than I could count. Every night he needed me, I’d put on whatever lacy thing he picked out. We’d have sex. Five years. 999 times. There were moments—his sweat dripping on my forehead, his soft breaths inside me, the way he’d look at me—when I let myself dream he loved me. Then the video dropped. Him. On the street. Kissing another woman. I knew the truth. He was my keeper, not my lover. Everyone laughed. They couldn't wait to see me lose my mind, begging him to keep me.

Oh my beloved, now I can trust that admiration is not a mirage. Thanks for giving me the sight of God's most beautiful creation. Which retainer needs to attend a crusade if they get your accommodation. My colorless life is now fully colored, more than the rainbow. The meaningless soul is expected to be this divine soul's shadow. After being feast on those eyes, my existence is triumphant now. Realm of beauty, I want to present myself to you as a bestow. <><><><><><><> Hello readers, Welcome to my first book 'Soul'

It was the same one that always followed after the admission of who is mother was. “What exactly is the Keeper of Souls, well, what does she do?” “She was born to gather the souls of the earths dearly departed and keep them until it was time to be reincarnated. I don’t know how she behaved before I was born, but I do know that very seldom was a soul ever actually reanimated. Instead, she fed on them, taking on the magic the bearer once had. As she grew stronger so did her cruelty.” Saraid looked as if she might be sick. He reached for her and then changed his mind. He settled with a question.

"Unfortunately, something changed. Belial managed to manipulate Greco's intentions, used him, and achieved his goals. Now he has power, but he doesn't have a body to help him wield and catalyze that power. Now he can kill us gods and get away with it because he has broken the balance in his quest for power. Now he has the tools to finally win." Selene frowned and clutched the amulet. “And what role does the soul keeper play?” my mate asked with concern. “The soul keeper has the power of the source of life, the first and only incorruptible magic,” said the Goddess, her gaze fixed on the amulet. "That amulet was lost since creatio