Soul Keeper Novels & Stories

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.

"You control us all Kerik. You control every being in the universe." The bulky dummy was the first to face my wrath. I stared deep into his soul and found that it wasn't in his control anymore. The devil had taken their souls. The so-called keepers had traded it for wealth and power. He was an easy target. He had nothing left to fight for him. Poor thing. "What are you doing to him?" The boss called out in terror. I saw the air seized around him. "Help!" The bulky one cried out in panic. "What are you doing? All of you, get her!"

- Do you really need an answer to this question? “I heard that the Forest of the Damned has a Keeper,” Yarsi said slowly. “Not a human, not an undead, a soulless, indifferent creature, moving freely across Reeta, and able to calmly cross the Border. The Guardian has the power to intervene in everything that happens in this forest and next to it. Thousands of people prayed to him for salvation, but he never helped anyone, no one came back ... And you pulled me out only because I killed Alato and became his heir. - The keeper? I? Matter shrugged. - Yes, I watch Reeta, but I'm not in it all the time. And the fact that I was there when the undead attacked you is just an accident.

The reflection in the mirror pressed. Without hesitation, he grabbed an overdose of the medication which he held in his hands, and grabbed a glass of water. Just when he was about to gulp it down his throat, a voice shouted from the mirror again. “ Why do you want us to end like this?” This made him stagger backward at the spot. It was another reflection of himself– a calmer one with eyes full of guilt and regrets. One which yearns for a chance to correct his errors. “ I will be waiting for you.” Alixies's last words re-echoed and the voice from the mirror pressed on.

“To know a Divine Keeper’s True Name is to hold the means of their undoing. I am certain Yonah shared that with you. But did you ever ask yourself why he was so willing to speak of it?” Gildeon looked back at her. “He wants to see you fall. Then he’ll take your place.” Araheen turned to him, her eyes widening. “What do you mean, take the Creator’s place?” “Divine Keepers are immortal,” the Shining Keeper answered. “But in the physical dimension, we are not beyond harm. There are beings from other dimensions—older, stronger, far more dangerous—who can wound us in ways your world does not understand. Because of that, a failsafe exists. If a Divine Keeper is incapacitated and can no longer carr

“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.”