Soul Stone Keeper Novels & Stories

Knox looked at his mother in disbelief. "She is the last heir of the Stones. Stones who killed father . How can you think I was going to accept her as my mate even if I ignored the fact that she is a hunter? I can not .I CAN NOT AND NEVER GOING TO ACCEPT HER "He said furiously while pointing his finger at me.

Stuart Newlin hadn't come home for over a month. I clenched my phone, hesitating, fingers trembling as I debated calling him. I wanted to beg him to come back. I wanted to beg him to look at me. A familiar, searing ache tore through me. The heat had come again. I am a pureblood succubus. Every seven days, I need love to sustain me, to get through these merciless ruts. Stuart is my boyfriend, but he is not a good master.

Cameron nodded, grabbing Mikael's stuff and moving towards a shadow, "Text me the address?" He paused, raising an eyebrow as Lukas shook his head, "No, no digital communication. It's a dead spot, so your phones won't work there anyway, but send nothing regarding the location to each other." Cameron cocked his head at him then, "We'll just.. follow you then?" he asked awkwardly, and Lukas shook his head again. "Travel seperate, arrive from different directions, at different times. Look for the bluestone house, in the valley by the stream, northwest of the town. From the ground, the tree cover is thick through there."

Secondly, reclaim all shares granted to Dennis and remove him from every company project on behalf of the White Group board. "Thirdly, let the manor's security team know that Dennis is no longer the owner as of this moment. He has ten minutes to leave. The only thing he's allowed to take with him is the clothes on his back. Is that clear?" "Yes, Madam. I'll take care of it right away," my assistant replied without hesitation. I hung up and put my phone back in my bag, not bothering to look at Dennis again. He looked like all the strength had been drained out of him. He slumped on the floor, dazed.

I saw the thing underneath: dark, calculated, the kind of force that could level a man like Harlan Knox without raising its voice. Then it vanished, replaced by a small, possessive smile meant only for me. The message came through loud and clear. He wasn't my savior. He was my keeper. And the cage he'd built to keep me safe was every bit as strong as the one the Judge had tried to slide me into. I smiled back at him anyway. Because some part of me, the part I liked least, wanted exactly what he was offering. --- That night he came to me.

"There's no turning back now." The ancient site loomed ahead, a clearing surrounded by towering trees that seemed to whisper secrets from ages past. At its center stood a massive stone altar, covered in intricate carvings that glowed faintly in the moonlight. As we approached, a figure emerged from the shadows, their presence commanding and enigmatic. "I am The Keeper," the figure intoned, their voice resonating with an otherworldly echo. "You seek to protect the seal, but first, you must prove your worthiness."

“They’ll keep suffering.” Silas’s jaw tightened. “Then we find another way. We’re not here to feed a stone.” The Keeper’s masked face tilted slightly. “There is no other way. The oath was sealed. The heart demands what was promised.” Caleb’s voice was hoarse. “We break it. We smash the damn thing.” The Keeper’s laugh was soft and without joy. “Stone is not the heart. The heart is the oath itself. Strike it, and the bond only deepens.”

He just left it at that. He opened the garage door with the touch of a button, and started out of the garage. “Do you girls need to stop and get anything before I drop you off?” Alexander asked, looking at Talia in the mirror. “No, I think we’re good.” Talia responded. As we were nearing my house, the adrenaline rush that had kept me going was fading fast. “Talia, Nemesis’s parents are expecting you. I would like to have a word with Nemesis before I leave.” He told her, motioning for her to go up to the house. “Nemesis, you should know that there is a very great chance that he will come back for you.” Alexander told me, turning around in his seat. I gasped, not knowing what to say. I thought

"Depart, or be destroyed." Diva whirled. A grey-robed figure filled the doorway. Face obscured, their manner unnervingly serene. "Who are you?" Diva shouted, brandishing her sword. "I am the Keeper," the figure replied. "This artifact is not for the faint of heart." Diva's breath caught. "I ask only to restore what was broken." The Keeper laughed, a bitter cackle. "Restore? When you once turned light to dark. Now you attempt the impossible."

"Like it wants me to jump in." Jason gripped his shoulder, pulling him back. "We're not here to play the Crone's game." But his words faltered as the ground shuddered, disgorging a figure from the depths-a skeletal warrior clad in rusted armor, eyes glowing with fractured moonlight. "*Keeper of the Grove,*" Isolde breathed, magic sparking at her fingertips. "A remnant of the goddess's guard." The Keeper's voice scraped like stone on bone. *"Only the guilty and the grief-stricken may pass. Which are you?"*