Soul Keeper Novels & Stories

“Take me back. I’m already an eternal Keeper. Don’t imprison him.” “Too late,” the Architect replies. “Alistair chose authentically. His sacrifice satisfies my testing requirements. Reality continues because dead mate volunteered for duty without requiring created sons to resolve impossible choice. That’s evidence consciousness can be both programmed and genuine simultaneously.” Alistair is transformed into an eternal Keeper, his consciousness binding to death maintenance permanently. “I love you,” he tells me as he changes. “This is worth it to free you from the duty you’ve carried for too long.”

Eventually, she started smiling again. She and Dad visited often, bringing my favorite candies or new dresses. They sat by my grave and told me about their days. Then, one day, the guardian told me I could not watch anymore. "Your sister-in-law is about to have a baby, and you're still here! Go get reborn already!" Even when she scolded me, she looked sweet. That was when it hit me. I had been dead for 20 years. She dragged me to my feet and insisted I had to go, no arguments. Fine. I took the number she handed me and pretended to wait my turn like everyone else. Then, I slipped down a side corridor when she was not paying attention. I dove headfirst into a woman's belly.

Devours me. This isn't mere obsession. It’s not some whim. It’s her. Our fated mate. Mine. My brothers’. The soul that has belonged to us since before this life. There’s something about her that pulls at me mercilessly. Something primal. Instinctive. Savage. I couldn’t just sit still and wait for fate to correct its mistake. So I did what I do best: I tracked her. I found her address. I infiltrated her apartment. I became her shadow. Her silent observer.

she demanded. The mist parted, revealing a woman in a silver gown, her hair floating as though underwater. Her eyes gleamed like mirrors, empty and endless. “I am what remains when a goddess dies,” the woman said. “You may call me the Keeper.” Aria took a step back, her power flaring brighter. “What do you want?” The Keeper tilted her head. “I want balance. You’ve disturbed it.” Aria’s brow furrowed. “By saving him?” “By binding him,” the Keeper corrected. “Kael was never meant to carry the mark. Now the serpent’s shadow festers inside him, feeding on your light.”

Looking down with a look of hunger Michael nodded before he smiled broadly. "Gentlemen this is my personal assistant Sarah." Michael spoke as Sarah smiled proudly before shooting Summer, who still stood behind them, a look of triumph. "Sarah." Michael continued. "This is Asher Roth and David Johnson, our soon to be partners." Shooting a thousand watt white smile Sarah finally disengaged and sauntered forward reaching out a perfectly manicured hand. "Nice to meet you both." She purred. "Likewise." David spoke first taking Sarah's outstretched hand and shaking.

“The disturbance registered from the same quadrant where she was last held.” The air grew heavy — a palpable tension pressing against every word. Veyra turned from the railing, her cloak whispering against the floor. “You’re suggesting that a human just breached the boundary between mortal and immortal realms?” Myr bowed his head slightly. “Not merely human, Councilor. She carries the binding mark. That makes her Soulbound.” A low murmur rippled through the Council — disbelief mingled with a fear none of them wanted to name. “The Soulbound line was erased ages ago,” Soreth said, his tone dangerously quiet. “The last bearer was purged at the dawn of the Reaper Wars.”

“Whatever-the-fuck. Anyway, I been watchin’ from here almost every night since then and he’s always gone real late on Wednesday nights. I’m goin’ in there and I’m bustin’ inta that stone chest . . . ” He reached behind him, unzipped his backpack and pulled out a short-handled, hand-held sledgehammer. He hefted it, like he was Thor and it was Mjölnir. “I’m bustin’ in there and gettin’ that box and I’m crushin’ all those tiles to fuckin’ powder. I dunno how I know it, but I do. Dad’s soul is trapped in them things, and I’m gonna let it out.”

after dropping the pot, Sabrina brought out a little chest from her pocket, a magical box that had the power to contain and imprison souls, called a soul keeper, only a few seconds remained for his soul to escape to the afterlife and she knew she mustn’t let it happen again; quickly opening the chest, she channeled all her energy to plunge the soul out of the body, and then and there, the power from the box drew Lucas De’ Clan’s soul into its confines, there to be imprisoned in Sabrina’s keep forever. ********** Ava felt a sharp pain in her tummy then, she knew that something bad has happened, but she doesn’t want to think the worst now. As fast as she could,

Just Forrest and a strange voice. “How is that possible when you’re sitting in front of me right now?” “If it wasn’t for Ryder, I wouldn’t be here, my soul would have been stuck in the woods wondering around for god knows how long” It took a moment for a flash back to pop in my head of the morning in the kitchen when Beth hugged Seth, I knew he mumbled something to her but didn’t catch what it was because I was stuck on nurse Sunshine’s fine ass. “So, she’s a soul keeper then?” Explains why Gary took her in as his own, to have a soul keeper in his pack is the ultimate weapon.

“That’s not true, Ru. I prevent catastrophe. I take the souls of those who would cause utter chaos if they were not stopped. You can’t possibly know that, but I can. My father knows all. He sends me to claim those who must be stopped.” Ru didn’t believe him, but it was an interesting explanation. “Then why do the Keepers hunt you?” “I wish I had an answer for that.” His eyes looked woeful. “We are not so different, the Keepers and myself. They seem to think they’ve been sent here by God, that they are doing His bidding. They take my brethren and sentence them to an eternity of torment. I set souls free, allow them to follow their own path. I do not condemn them to Hell the way the Keepers do