Soul Stone Keeper Novels & Stories

the keeper of Stone told them. "We could have stopped them from releasing the soul of Lucifer and prevented all these from happening. Our plan was to wait for them to come and attack us at the castle." Dark said. "Give me one reason why I should not strangle you right now?" "Because I know how to remove Lucifer's soul from her body, it's my job and that's why I am still here." the keeper of Stone revealed. *** Vampire Kingdom: Aragorn leads Raziah to his room and immediately informs one of the female servants to get a dress for Raziah from his late mother's chamber.

Bones arranged in a perfect ring, each one etched with faint symbols that pulsed softly in the dim light. And within that circle, a single stone slab. Black, Smooth, Ancient. The red glow seemed to breathe from beneath it. Corin’s pulse quickened. “This place…” The Keeper stepped beside him. “Is where we remember what should not be forgotten.” Corin looked at the slab. “Or what shouldn’t be repeated.” The seer’s silence confirmed it. Corin folded his arms. “Then tell me.” His voice hardened slightly. “What exactly are we dealing with?” The Keeper studied him for a long moment.

The Keeper, its gaze fixated on the glowing shard, remarked, "That artifact you hold, it doesn't belong here, nor do you. Yet, its power resonates with the very essence of this realm." Dupree, drawing his weapon and standing protectively in front of the group, demanded, "What do you want from us?" The Keeper, its voice a whispering echo of countless voices, responded, "A trade. A moment from each of you, a memory of utmost importance, in exchange for safe passage." Moros, skeptical, questioned, "How can we trust you? How do we know you won't take our memories and leave us stranded?" Lysandra, analyzing the Keeper's fluctuating form, noted, "It's made of memories, lost moments. Perhaps our me

An old man, his hair white as ash, his eyes glowing faintly blue. Racheal’s breath caught. She didn’t know him, but her bonds reacted violently—the golden thread inside her tightened, and the crimson one snarled. Both Damon and Lucas stepped in front of her at once. “Who are you?” Damon demanded, his voice like steel. The old man raised his hands slowly. “Not an enemy,” he said, his voice carrying the weight of something ancient. “I am the Keeper of the Broken Oaths. And if you wish to survive the hunter’s return, you will need to hear what I know.”

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.

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.

“Know your place, Brook.” She pulled me aside and spoke harshly. “What? Do you think she’s yours just because you slept together a few times? “Who do you think you are? You’re a stud we handpicked. “If you want to keep your job, you better keep your mouth shut and stay at your post. “If you don’t want to work here anymore, get out. I need to warn you, though. Don’t come crying to me when you lose everything.” Then, it hit me. “What do you mean by a stud?”

“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.