Soul Keeper Novels & Stories

“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

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.

He just kept mumbling under his breath, "I'm sorry, Winnie. I never managed to protect you… I'm sorry…" I felt that Finnegan wasn't getting me. Why did he keep mumbling to himself and blaming himself for not protecting me? Wasn't he the one who hurt me the most all the while? The sedative was starting to work again, and I started floating out of consciousness. Someone suddenly hugged me tightly. His arms were warm and somewhat comforting, but they were also holding back because they were shaking uncontrollably. "Go to sleep, Winnie. I promise that by the time you wake up, they will all be down in the depths of hell. Of course, if you want me to go down with them, I'll gladly do so, too."

“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.”

I huff in defeat. “What do you mean?” Victor asks as he leans in from his chair. “Genesis wolves keep to themselves. They don’t normally talk to the human. I do know that she is an ancient soul from a long line of healing wolves. She keeps telling me my time will come. Whatever that means!” I start to get a little frustrated at the fact that she spoke with them but never wanted to with me. “Glad you guys got some info out of her; she won’t give me any. Unless I’m healing someone.”

“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.”

He was the guardian of the Gate of Purgatory before Bellious took over. “Three months.” He says placing his hand on her belly. I smile at them both. Sofia is to be the next Moon Goddess, but she still isn’t ready. “How about you, Dahlia? How long do you have left?” I ask her when Malachi sits next to her. These two didn’t have the best start. But that is a different story.

The night was broken by a scream, and when the group hurried outside, they discovered a shadowed figure standing at the edge of the camp. “Who’s there?” Lucan demanded, drawing his weapon. The figure stepped forward, its voice echoing unnaturally. “You thought you could destroy me?” Lena’s heart froze as recognition dawned. It was the Keeper not as a physical being, but as a manifestation of the orb’s lingering energy. “I am eternal,” the Keeper intoned, its form shifting and flickering. “And you, Lena, will be my new host.” Kaden stepped protectively in front of Lena, his blade drawn. “Over my dead body.”