Novel & Cerita Soul Stone Keeper

“I should have mentioned them earlier. I apologise for the omission.” “Who are they,” I said. She looked at the horizon. At the six territories beginning to move. At the beginning that was in every direction now. “The keepers,” she said. “The ones who have been holding the original intention in memory since before the corruption was installed. The ones who have been waiting for the completion so they could bring it forward.” She held my gaze. “Elena, the original intention needs to be given to someone. Someone who will carry it forward into the pack world that wakes up tomorrow and does not know that anything has changed.” She paused. “The keepers have been holding it in trust for three gene

"She says the overall message is consistent with what we identified last night but there are — additional details." "What details," I said. "The fourth player," he said, "has a name in the old texts. The scholars found it in the deepest register of the throne room carvings — the oldest section, the part that predates the covenant. The name does not translate directly into the common tongue but the closest equivalent is—" He consulted his paper. "The First Keeper." The First Keeper. Not a personal name. A title. The same grammatical structure as Flame Keeper — a function, a role, a thing defined by what it did rather than who it was.

I sighed and thought about my teenage days where I was so happy and fun-loving but my Dad’s death took it away and also because of my rivals. My rival is actually my Dad’s friend, but he backstabbed him, so I don’t trust anyone other than the blood relatives. Maybe after marriage, I will trust Sheela and probably even like her. Nonetheless, love is never going to be the case. With years of hard work, I just became a distant person to everyone except my family. Stone Corporation means a lot to me. It is just my life, and no one can mess with it.

“Usually, we do, but there has been an increase in activity with them lately. We have intel that they may have helped a vampire create a soul stone.” “What’s a soul stone?” “Exactly what it sounds like. It holds a soul in it. Sick bastards have captured someone’s soul if this information is accurate. We need to find out who they created it for and where it could be. If it worked, then they could make more, and then what happens? There’s no telling what they could do if they start trapping people’s souls,” Ewan replied.

I decided to find the door, better than way, I know it’s not down the stairs that he took down on, that was just a staircase until we got to the soul places, the cold place, I don’t want to make another trip down there. I started to walk around searching for another set of stairs, but making sure to stay out of his way, I don't want to stumble upon him or any of the demons, none of them were nice to me, and I knew even Keiran would kill me on the first chance he could have.

“Do you need their cores?” “Rather than the core, what I need is the soul stone which could be found right beside their core. The soul stone is a black crystal where the souls of their prey were collected. It was used to fuel their cores with a lot more mana that’s why these monsters were much more ferocious despite their size.” “How many soul stones do you need?” “As many as you could collect.” Dio smirked. “Consider it done. I plan on reaching the 40th floor on my 1st month so expect me to be back after a month and a half.”

Sofia asked, her sapphire eyes narrowing. "We know every name written in the light of that Stone," a man said, stepping forward. He wore the armor of an ancient era, but his eyes were the same piercing indigo as Sofia’s. "I am Aelred. I held the Heartstone when the Eldergloom was nothing but a forest. And she is Elara, who held it when the first vampire king tried to swallow the sun. We are the echoes. The failures. The ones the Stone finished with."

“We have to destroy them all. It’s the only way to ensure our family’s safety.” As they deliberated their next move, a low rumble echoed through the cavern. The family froze, their eyes darting toward the entrance. From the shadows emerged a figure cloaked in black, their face obscured by a hood. “Who are you?” Wickham demanded, stepping protectively in front of Clara and the children. The figure raised a hand, revealing a glowing amulet that pulsed in time with the orb’s light. “I am the Keeper,” they said, their voice calm but commanding. “You have done well to make it this far, but your journey is not yet complete.”

Beings walked past—tall, slender, their skin luminous, their eyes like pools of molten silver. The Keepers. They did not see her. She was a ghost in their world, a witness to a moment long buried. A Keeper approached, dressed in robes that rippled like water. She was beautiful in a way that unsettled—too symmetrical, too still, too knowing. She stopped before Elena and spoke. "You have come at last." "You can see me?" Elena asked. "I can see all who enter the memory." The Keeper's voice was gentle, sorrowful. "I am the one who remained. The last of my kind to close my eyes. I have been waiting for someone to find us."

Then— “Child. Your body in the modern world has already perished… in a train accident.” The world tilted. Dead. I’m… already dead? “So returning would be meaningless.” Her mind went blank. Then the Beast God spoke again. “However—if you gather my Seven Spirit Stones, I can recreate your modern body.” “After that, whether you choose to return—or remain here—I will not interfere.” Hope surged violently through her veins. “Seven Spirit Stones? Where do I find them?” “I placed them long ago inside seven gifted male beastfolk.” A pause. “I no longer remember which ones.”