Soul Stone Keeper Novels & Stories

They called themselves the “Guardians of the Stones” The Brotherhood forged four gold rings, set with powerful stones and sent them to four different countries around the world. For hundreds of years, the monks protected and hid the stones, but there were those among them who wanted to see this power in the hands of their enemies. There was a long silent war between the “Guardians of the Stones”, the hardy warriors of the monks who protected the secrets of the Brotherhood, and the “Lightbearers”, an organisation whose main objective was to obtain the secret stones and to concentrate in their hands the most powerful weapons known to humankind. Unfortunately, the ranks of the dedicated “Guardi

Each stone emanated a soft glow, as if it was thrumming with energy. “Could these be the secrets that the Keeper mentioned?” Faelan asked, stepping closer to examine one of the stones. “They seem to resonate with the same energy as the Nexus.” I leaned in closer to one of the larger stones, running my fingers over intricate designs that seemed to shift and pulse under my touch. “They might hold knowledge from Eldoria's past. Perhaps they can help us understand how to wield the light we have awakened.”

She turns and meets a terrifying set of dark green eyes, smoldering into hers as he towers over her narrowing his eyes. “Hey, Nate, everything good inside?” Karl asks, clapping him on the shoulder, but his smile is tense. The man is almost the spitting image of Nolan, despite the dark aura he drags around with him, suffocating Noel. “What the hell kind of trouble did you dumb shits get into while I was gone? Abel doesn’t even want me inside the pub. You mentioned Harken Lewis, right?” Nate turns back to Noel, that intense gaze once again penetrating her soul.

A smirk- wicked smirk plastered on his lips as he spoke, softly, accompanied by a tone of finality in his voice. “What the…, you can not do this to us! We are the original guardians, and our ancestors have watched over that stone for centuries now. So how on earth are we going to perform the festival and ceremonial rites if the stone isn't with us?” I could not believe my ears. And who does this pompous, self righteous man think he is? Everyone would be in danger if the ceremony is not carried out as it's supposed to. Every life, and I mean, every single life in the pack would taste from the wrath, and none would be spared here!

he replied, his voice warm. “And why do you say that?” Aislen found herself smiling back at him. There was something entirely engaging about him, she thought, something that sucked a person into his warmth and made them want to confess to all manner of things. Not a werewolf, she tried to think logically. No, Leighton Richard wasn’t a werewolf, nor was he a vampire. But he was something… something supernatural. “Because, I am not,” he replied. “You are the Secret Keeper.”

“I need to step back a bit, Nick.” I got up slowly and walked off the set. Nearby was a thick forest, almost similar to the one where Rebecca had been attacked. It was quiet, perhaps too quiet for my taste. But it was better that way to put my thoughts in order. But I didn’t get to enjoy it much. A familiar face appeared before me. So familiar that it hurt. “If it isn’t Dominic Stone, my daughter’s killer!” snarled the man in front of me with a hatred I had forgotten over the years.

Chapter 30 “So we have a dilemma, the Angels have the amulet back in my realm. All the Keepers are dead now, and their bloodlines must have been wiped because there was no next of kin. No one has come forth to claim the title. All that’s left in ways of security, is me, it would seem.” I said softly, while realizing just how heavy those words sounded.

scold, me,” she said teasingly. A smile filled my face and I found myself laughing. “You really are something else,” I reply, looking down at the open book. “So, I am so confused. Marylin finds out that Remus has been lying to her the whole time, but then in this chapter, she sleeps with him. I don’t understand,” she says while showing me the next tab. I smile at her eagerness, “You don’t remember the gift that Remus gives her in the third chapter? A ring, forged in Dolos, the place of lost minds, rectified by the Keeper?” She nods her head as she flips back to the third chapter, “Right, it was a birthday gift.” “Yes, and remember Rosalyn later says that the Keeper went by many nam

“One of several I expect you have. And I have questions of my own, and then perhaps we should make room for civilized conversation and discuss the best course of action. She is practically my daughter. I raised her before you could learn about her connection with the heart while you just let her cry under this cursed barrier.” I looked at the statue holding the gem, trapping us in this realm even after death and noticed the vines wrapping it and overgrowth dissipating. The statue was like a throne where a woman sat down holding a cube in a majestic demeanour; she was definitely a woman but her clothes were of a man, with a drawing on her forehead in the signs of a star similar to the one I s

The familiar scent of hay and leather should have been comforting, but tonight it only reminded him of last evening—the stolen touch, the brush of lips, and the shadow of blue eyes lingering in his mind. A faint sound made him pause. A hoof shifted. A lantern flickered. And then he heard it: the unmistakable click of boots on stone. He froze. Nikolai’s presence filled the doorway once again. Not threatening, not overt, but undeniably there. Watching. Waiting. Arlo’s pulse jumped. He wanted to run, to hide, to disappear completely. And yet, he stayed, rooted by something he couldn’t name. “You spend a lot of time here,” Nikolai said, voice low and casual, though the undertone was sharp.