Soul Stone Keeper Novels & Stories

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 balled up his hands and clenched his teeth as he stood tense looking at me. This sexy specimen of a man is mine. My mate. Before I could even utter a word he beat me to it. "No." Was all he said before glaring at me and then storming out of the kitchen. Did he just indirectly reject me? I looked at Kade who was looking at me in shock. "What the fuck just happened?" "He's my mate..."I trailed off in thought. "Who was that?" I asked. "That's Damon Romano. Alpha Dimitris brother and Beta of the pack."

The Hall of the Departed in the Young Manor was specially guarded. Someone immediately noticed the soul stone’s shattering sound and sought the sound source. The soul stone was a special spiritual stone that was bound to a human’s soul and had a soul imprint planted in it. Once the main soul of the person who had imprinted their soul in it died, it would trigger the soul imprint inside the stone, prompting it to explode. “Ahh—!” “T-this is the soul stone of Brodie Staton!”

I ignored the silver wound on my hand and searched through ancient pack lore for ways to repair the moonstone. In desperation, I sent a request through the territory mind-link. "Does anyone know a pack healer who can restore a broken moonstone amulet? The reward will be substantial." Minutes later, I received a private response. It was Nathan again. He sent me coordinates: "Go to the Ancient Grove, I've already contacted the Stone Keeper for you." Without hesitation, my wolf guided me straight to the location.

She took my breath away. I only managed to break free from the spell when the stunning woman spoke. “Is he the new guy, Emmy?” Her sweet voice was like music to my ears. Though she was talking to Emmy, her eyes fixated on me. Her gaze was inquisitive, albeit more subtle than Emmy’s. It seemed Emmy and the pretty lady were acquainted. “Yes, he is. His name is Brook D’Amico. He’s highly educated and intellectually gifted.” Emmy paused and blinked before drawling.

“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

“It is very dangerous cause the entire werewolf race is in your hands Jovy. If it is not found and falls in the wrong hands we will be subjected to different calamity. And I tell you the Gold pack will be labeled as the black sheep." "This is bad." Nadia mused. "How do we get it back?" Jovy inquired. "There is only one trusted assigned guardian of the Moon Stone and only him can help retrieve it.” “Who is this guardian? And where can we find him? How long would it take?” Jovy questioned frantically. “The guardian is the Alpha of the Mystic Shadow Fortress, Logan Odell." At the mention of his name Jovy's heart thumped beyond normal. “Do you mean there is no one else to reach out to?"

“Well, at least that’s what he’s been screaming at us the whole time.” Alarick smirked. They had been trailing around them like hounds, and while they hid their clues well, no one could compete with Maudians when they marked a land. One thing they were great at- it was protecting their territory. Erriene made a bet on him, and won. “Good, bring them here. Only the Councilman and the messenger. Let me talk to them.” Thorne disappeared and Levon with another soldier called Dex brought a small, chubby man that was bald, and one person that was very tall, with very Gythaean complexion. Those scrawny ones.

The banquet began to be filled with murmurs, and with heightened hearing, I could hear some of them asking who the other keepers of the Stones were. And I had the same question, as I thought all four stones were in the hands of Hades for safekeeping. “[It is an honor to be a keeper of the red Stone, King Hades. I will protect it with my life.]” Patrea responded, and my heart warmed at the sight of her with a crown. We never used crowns in our kingdom, and to keep up with the demon protocol we had, Patrea and I didn’t use any either. But if it was the God of Hell that bestowed one on her, who was I to complain?

“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.”