Soul Stone Keeper Novels & Stories

Slowly, my breathing slowed, and I turned to my captor. 'Who are you?' I asked again, watching him as he worked. He looked up and gave me another grin. 'Did I forget to introduce myself?' His sarcasm made the hairs on my neck stand on end as anger stirred within me again. I wanted to rip his arrogant throat out. 'I am Lord Anton Allayane, and I am the Keeper of the Sacred Stone. I won't go into any details. You are going to become very familiar with the Stone soon enough.' Another shudder ran down my spine. I remembered what Kristoff had told me about what they wanted to do to me on that stone.

Then stilled. Lucien returned to the archives, searching for any record of flamekeeper lineage that pulsed before birth. “There’s nothing,” he said. “No prophecy. No echo.” Kaelion placed a ward stone at the sanctuary’s edge. “Then we protect what hasn’t arrived.” Luna stood at the altar, her spiral stone glowing. “And we listen.” The Grove responded—not with flame. With breath.

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.”

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

Bone. The Hollows were spreading. And the fog? It came first. Always. In the council tent, Aria sat before the elders, the old scroll resting in her lap. She hadn’t slept. Her fingers trembled, not from fear, but from the truth she could no longer ignore. She wasn’t just a protector anymore. She was the *Keeper*. The bearer of a lineage lost to myth those who walked between the spirit realm and the living world. The blood of the First Light, passed in secret from mother to daughter.