Soul Stone Keeper Novels & Stories

“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.

“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.”

"It's not my place to wonder where my keeper has been." Rocco's eyes went dark. That wasn't the answer he wanted. The last bit of warmth in his eyes vanished, replaced by a cold rage. "Good girl," he sneered. "Since you know your place, you'll take it." The storm broke. There was no tenderness, only punishment. Every thrust was meant to pin me, to break me, to shatter what was left of my soul. I remembered trying to fight back once,three years ago. The day he came to me smelling of another woman, I finally found the courage to speak, my voice trembling. "If someone else already fed you, why are you here?"

"Then we have to find the other half. The half you burned belonged to your mother, Princess Lorraine, and it's half vampire, which we won't need now. The other half belongs to the werewolves." "But what is this stone?" Before the deaths of the prince and his wife, they put their potential strength in this stone, but when they learned that one of them showed the kings their place and that they were planning to break into the protection circle, they divided it in half and hid it. The problem is that you need the other half of the werewolves to complete your powers as soon as possible, and that alone is a problem because the other half was found by the descendants of King William, your father's

But then, I heard Daxton's voice from inside his study. "I still don't understand why he would want the moonstone." "You're right, it's strange. Even if he wanted it because of the amount of power it possesses, he would need a stone keeper to activate it," a familiar voice responded. I recognized it right away. It was Mason's. "I wonder if he knew which of the previous stone keepers' daughters had the mark on them." Maya stiffened, her grip on the armrest tightening. "What do you mean?" Beta Mason asked.

Runes flared as we crossed the barrier, shielding us for now, but even the protective wards flickered like dying stars. Inside the Hollow, the Blood Keep rose from the stone like a jagged scar, its towers veined with crimson light. The gates opened without touch. The Blood Keeper waited. She was older than time, skin like cracked porcelain and eyes that saw too much. She held no staff, no crown—only silence, heavy as judgment. Leofric lowered Sabine at her feet. The Keeper bent. Her fingers hovered over the priestess’ chest. "Still alive. For now. The shard?"

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.”

Her face was lined with age, but her eyes were clear. “I never came before,” I said. She smiled. “Not you. But the soul you carry. It remembers.” I stood slowly. “Who are you?” “Keeper of the Hollow. I wait. I watch. I remember.” “What do you want from me?” She didn’t answer right away. Instead, she walked toward me, stepping over the stones like they were nothing. “You carry a child of prophecy. But you know that. What you don’t know is what prophecy means.”

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.”

Now, I was alone. "Nika..." and there was Kelvin. "Yes?" I answered. "I'm going to head out," he told me. "Are you crazy? It's 1 a.m. Why don't you just spend the night here?" I offered. "I don't know. I—" "I won't take no for an answer," I interrupted firmly. "Okay, fine," he relented with a smile. Kelvin's P.O.V "Miss, to win the prize, you need to throw those darts at the dartboard. If you hit the bullseye, you get that huge teddy bear over there," the shop owner explained, pointing to a massive teddy bear with a heart-shaped logo on its tummy.