Soul Stone Keeper Novels & Stories

After my sister-in-law Lydia had my brother Caleb's kidney removed and spent three years draining his blood, he escaped back to our hometown barely alive. He lay on a bed at the clinic, holding my hand tight as he said, "Noah, don't go after them. You can't afford to cross Lydia's family." Three days later, he died in my arms. I buried him on the hillside behind the town, under the old oak tree he had loved to climb as a child. On the seventh day after I buried him, a black Maybach stopped at the edge of town. Lydia got out with a frail man who looked like he could fall over at any time. She stood outside my house's door and looked at me. "Noah, where's your brother? Tell him to come o

This was both comforting and disturbing. “Ok,” Kate agreed, at a loss for words. The idea of spending the day the way she wanted to was really appealing. “I also want to talk to you about something else,” Nathaniel continued. “As you know, from time immemorial, the Brotherhood used to appoint one man, the Guardian, who alone knew where the stone was hidden and was responsible for keeping this secret. Given the current situation, I would like you to have your own guardian.” “Do you mean a bodyguard?”

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.

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

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.

The stone had become a presence, not a phenomenon. Mira sat on the stone bench each day, her hands on the silver flowers, her eyes on the horizon. The song flowed through her, and she felt the presence of every keeper who had come before—Winter, Kaelen, Solenne, Vesper. They were not gone. They were in the stone. "The stone is holding them," Elara said, sitting beside her. "Not as memories—as presences. They are still here." Mira nodded. "They never left."