Soul Keeper Novels & Stories

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,

I wiped a tear that had spilled from my eye, to think Seth was dead and I didn’t know all this time “No, I can’t” Desperation began to eat at me “How can you not fix him?!, you’re from the undershadows, can’t you use your shadow magic to bond him or something?” I asked. “No Gary! I can’t fix his soul! he will need a soul-keeper for that and that I am not!” “Out of curiosity here, what happens if a soul cracks completely?”

“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

she murmured, her brow furrowed in concentration. Alec, concerned, approached her. "Sasha? What are you hearing?" She opened her eyes, a hint of uncertainty in them. "Promises, regrets, warnings... it's overwhelming. But there's a pattern, a repeated phrase... 'Beware the Keeper'." Draken's eyes widened. "The Keeper? That's a name I've come across in some old lore. Said to be the guardian of time's sanctum, neither benevolent nor malevolent, but fiercely protective."

Its eyes glowed with an eerie silver light, and though its form was indistinct, I could feel its presence pressing down on me like a physical weight. “Who are you?” I demanded, my voice echoing in the void. “I am the Keeper,” it said. “The guardian of the bond you share with Aria.” “What bond?” I asked, my frustration mounting. “It’s broken. Shattered.” “Not entirely,” the Keeper said. “The scar you bear is a remnant of that bond, a fragment of the power you once shared. It was left behind to protect her... and to give you the strength to face what is to come.”

he said angrily. The stranger smiled slightly. "Not yet, but you will.” Ash gave a weak groan, fighting to his feet, supported by Liora’s arm. His eyes glazed, half-lost, but something new sparkled in them, maybe a memory or magic from the Wolf Queen's test. “Who are you?” Ash asked weakly. “I am the Keeper. The Bargainer. Collector of promises, and I’m here to collect the debt your bloodline has forgotten.” Liora’s heartbeat rang in her ears. She knew every story, every legend spoke of beings like this, a force that was not a person, but a test, a fate, a warning.

At that moment, I was eating a stale bun that the bakery owner downstairs, Gordon Combe, left for me, thinking that I should look for a second job to help with my daily expenses. "Winter Brooke, you've always been high-and-mighty in the past, but at least you'd admit what you'd done. What's the matter with you now? Why are you such a coward?" I could hear Finnegan's low, dangerous voice coming from outside my door. It sounded like a huge impending thunderstorm to my ears. A short while later, my door was kicked open by a few men. Finnegan entered my home with a few bodyguards. His leather shoes trod onto my cement floor as he walked in, dressed from head to toe in an expensive-looking suit a

“You made it.” “Who are you?” Autumn’s voice trembled with both curiosity and caution. “Names are slippery here,” Luma replied, her smile cracking like old porcelain under pressure. “But you can call me Luma.” Autumn’s brow furrowed, a storm of questions swirling within her. “What are you?” Luma’s laughter was a haunting melody. “Not a what. A who. I’m a soul-keeper. Merchant. Witness. Collector of what the veil casts aside.”

We drifted through the abyss, searching for any signs of the Alpha or his wolf. Even though the wolf attempts to heal the Alpha from within, if there is a prolonged disconnect between their souls, it could become permanent. In such a case, each soul would be stuck in limbo, unable to connect, ultimately leading to the death of the wolf's soul. The human, more often than not, would go insane. This is especially true for Alphas; if they remain disconnected from their wolf souls for too long, their minds become unstable, leading them to withdraw into themselves with no hope of returning them. They are then taken into a cell and put down. It's a tragic ending for an Alpha and their wolf. After s

“We may need to speak to one of your divines or a witness to the truce.” “Keeper, what does it mean?” Rahl asked. She looked over at him to find him staring pointedly at Kain. After clearing his throat, Kain answered, “It means protector, guardian. The Order maintains balance in all realms. They’re called Keepers.” “That shouldn’t be too surprising then,” Rahl shrugged. “It’s her destiny to bring harmony to two worlds.” Kain shifted to the edge of his seat as he said, “But Keepers are created from the vortex of power. They’re beings of light summoned by the Reverend. Emory wasn’t called forth by it.”