Soul Stone Keeper Novels & Stories

The Keeper of the Moon-Sky That evening, as we made camp near the Eclipsed Pool, a figure appeared at the edge of the trees. Cloaked in grey, skin marked with Spiral sigils, they said nothing at first only placed a stone basin near the fire and waited. Elira approached cautiously. “Who are you?” The figure removed their hood. Their face was lined with age, but their eyes silver and sharp reflected the same moonlight as the frozen eclipse above. “I am the Keeper of the Moon-Sky,” they said. “I was left here to remember what the world chose to forget.” “What was forgotten?” Dahlia asked softly.

“This place is above your understanding and above your power.” Ethan drew his sword, pointing it at the figure. “We’re here for Clara. Let her go, or I’ll…” “You will do nothing,” the figure interrupted, its voice rising. “You do not know what you have unleashed. The darkness that binds her is ancient, older than time itself. If you break the chains, you will not save her, you will kill her.” Selene stepped forward, her eyes narrowing. “Who are you? What are you?” The figure turned its pale look toward her, its expression garbled. “I am the Keeper, bound to this place for eternity. It is my obligation to watch the obscurity, to guarantee it never gets away into the world above.”

Nobody had possessed the grace to look past the widespread destruction, past the rampaging monster, and past the existential fear to see the agonizing hurt buried underneath. Aurora began crying openly, her silver light pulsing softly. Suddenly, she understood the architecture of the beginning. The Keeper was not a warrior destined to tilt the scales, nor were they a ruler meant to command the gods. The Keeper was a witness. They were the guardian of primordial balance, the one tasked with remembering what everyone else forgot. Including forgiveness. Luca stood at the dead center of the Source, watching, listening, and learning as the ancient truths settled into his mind.

The letters glowed with a sickly, dying light. To save the world, the Keeper must become the thing she keeps. My fingers trembled as I touched the stone, tracing the crown of thorns. Pain flared in my chest, sharp and sudden, and the medallion let out a high, mourning chime. I wasn’t here to find a weapon; I was here to see my fate. A low growl echoed from the tunnel behind me. It wasn’t Kael’s protective roar. It was hungry, ancient and patient.

Both had raven black hair, almost appearing as if they were brothers. “Just let me go, I promise I won’t tell anyone about anything.” I pleaded. “Sorry, but we can’t let you leave. You are the Keeper of the Dragon Stone and Cyran is your mate and guardian. “Excuse me?” I blanched at them, unable to believe what I was hearing.

When the light finally dimmed, something stood in the center of the basin. It was tall—twice my height—and made of molten stone and shadow. Its eyes were embers, burning too bright to look at. Its voice, when it spoke, shook the earth. “Child of flame,” it said. “You carry what was lost.” My throat went dry. “Who are you?” It tilted its head. “Once, I was called the Keeper. Now, I am what remains.” Seraphine stepped forward cautiously. “Keeper of what?” The creature’s gaze turned toward her, then back to me. “Of the first fire. The one your kind stole and forgot. Until she took it back.”

Not to fight, but to hold. That person might be me. Even if I don't want it and I'm not ready. But I was trained for this. To guide the keeper, be by her side at all times and teach her to be a successful keeper. But the stakes are high. This won't be easy in anyway with dark eyes watching and many forces in quest to own the stone for their selfish interest. *******************

"Kaylus, is everything okay?" He smiled while asking him. His face was filled with kindness and understanding and it has always been like that eversince when they were still children. His brother was five years older than him but never did once he made everything between them unfair because of that gap. He was the one who taught of equality and has been a great leader to their kin, especially when their father is busy with his work of being a Duke and an Elder Leader of the Council. That's why his brother, Reymönd Jael, is the one chosen to be the next keeper of the fifth stone. And he is proud of him and would always support him no matter what. "Yes brother, I'm fine," he replied and even n

Aria felt warmth flood her mind. **“You carry not just life. You carry memories. The line of soul-walkers. The blood of the first light.”** Aria gasped. “You mean” But the dream collapsed into shadow. She woke with a start, breath ragged. And the rune on her neck was glowing brighter than ever. The next morning, the elders met her outside the healing tent. Vaerun’s old scroll had been found buried deep in the roots of the Bone Tree. It spoke of *The Keeper* a soul-bearer marked in blood and light, destined to choose between rebirth and erasure.

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.