Soul Stone Keeper Novels & Stories

Shaking my head, I add, “Unknowingly, I arrived here seeking answers, but it seems you only wish to hurt me with your cruel words.” His gaze flickers to the book in my hand, the pages worn and yellowed with age. “Open it. Innovar is a name for the creator. The one creature that made us all. The Soulmaker, Soulmender, and Soulkeeper are its descendants. There’s a chapter about the Soulkeeper, who is said to haunt the dreams of those cursed or carrying poison with them.”

“You’re not taking anyone.” The figure’s voice softened, almost pitying. “I am not the unmaking. I am the Keeper. Every world requires a price—a soul to anchor it, to keep it from dissolving into me. Choose, or I claim you all.” The ground cracked beneath them, and the golden light dimmed, as if the world were already fraying. The whisper grew louder, now a chant, repeating their names in a rhythm that matched the song in their hearts. The figure stepped closer, its form growing, its mirror-face reflecting their fear, their love, their everything.

He was willing and ready to serve. I dismiss Valik. He will be useful in the battle to come. He has a large group of followers who despise the Bear King just as much as he does. Rogue wolves, bears, and hybrids. Some are fully human. I shuck the white coat I wear, hanging it up. It was time to take a trip now that I had three stones in my possession. “Three stones,” I repeat out loud, throwing and catching the enchanting green stone in my hand that Valik had just delivered to me. I was closer to my goal than I had ever thought.

I repeated, and licked my lips, feeling like all moisture in my body had deserted me. “I am Stone, first of his name, and next in line to the crown of Acanthus, Prince of the Night Keep. I am a ruler of night and darkness, and I am your owner. I have looked for you for decades. I have waited for you longer. I’m tired of waiting.”

Nina asked. "She was a fucking manipulative bitch," Lucian answered. "So, when his past will resurface, he would feel guilty enough to destroy himself because that guilt will eat him up and the last thing I want is Jasper to die. So, that's why I want you to be My brother s keeper... I want you to take care of Jasper during his treatment time... To be with him, and help him get through this because... I feel like he would trust you and you would never let him get eaten by his guilt," Lucian confessed.

Then when the war got out of hand and Falusia was in chaos, so a man calling himself the Sword Keeper found the weapons that were scattered around Falusia and took the swords and kept them for a long time. One day before he disappeared, he took the swords, the stones and the cloak and scattered around Falusia and threw his necklace with all his powers to a blue planet in the distance. Learning of this, Kariya went on a search to find the magic items in his quest to further oppress and rule Falusia. Before he disappeared the Sword Keeper sent his apprentice Dejon Dordez, now D2, along with his necklace in a pod to the planet in the distance to find the next sword Keeper.

All I need to do is discover who helped them. Once they all change from stone, they seem happy. Jonat sees me and runs towards me, but I move away. She seems confused. Walking to the temple entrance, I block them in and say, “Please follow me. There is much to discuss.” I lead them outside, then shift. They all follow me to the isle where the spirits dwell. We fly to the isle where Arraya turned the other dragons to stone. They are all awake and waiting for my arrival. Everyone surrounds me. “The stone is back where it belongs. We have a new enemy known as hunters. Many of the creatures we once knew are struggling to survive.”

I looked at my three children, then back at the stone man who had started this whole story with a promise he couldn't keep, and who had ended it with a sacrifice he didn't have to make. The sun was sinking. The red light on the wall was fading into dark purple. "Caleb," I said, turning to my youngest. "You are the Keeper. The stone only listens to you. We have to break the shield, and we have to do it now."

Slowly, my breathing slowed, and I turned to my captor. 'Who are you?' I asked again, watching him as he worked. He looked up and gave me another grin. 'Did I forget to introduce myself?' His sarcasm made the hairs on my neck stand on end as anger stirred within me again. I wanted to rip his arrogant throat out. 'I am Lord Anton Allayane, and I am the Keeper of the Sacred Stone. I won't go into any details. You are going to become very familiar with the Stone soon enough.' Another shudder ran down my spine. I remembered what Kristoff had told me about what they wanted to do to me on that stone.

Then stilled. Lucien returned to the archives, searching for any record of flamekeeper lineage that pulsed before birth. “There’s nothing,” he said. “No prophecy. No echo.” Kaelion placed a ward stone at the sanctuary’s edge. “Then we protect what hasn’t arrived.” Luna stood at the altar, her spiral stone glowing. “And we listen.” The Grove responded—not with flame. With breath.