The Keeper Novels & Stories

I had learned long ago that the most dangerous things rarely announced themselves as monsters. The figure took another step closer. “You may call me the Keeper.” The title sent a strange sensation through my soul. Recognition. Not conscious recognition. Something deeper. The feeling of hearing a forgotten word. The Keeper studied my expression. “Ah.” Its smile widened. “You remember.” “I don’t.” The answer came immediately. The Keeper laughed softly. “Not yet.” The space around us trembled. The cracks widened further. Suddenly, another presence appeared beside me. Silver light gathered into the sh

I relayed to him everything we had in our conversation. "That's right, my lady," Connor agreed. "But that excludes us. Conrad and I are your keepers so you don't need to have mistrust on us," he spoke with assurance. "Keeper?" I raised my head and our eyes met. "Uhuh, every guardian has a keeper," he started explaining. "I and Conrad are your keepers. Prince Marcus' keepers are Hugo and Seb. Prince Matias is ---," "The breakfast is ready, come now so we can head to Mount Siera early," Conrad has spoken cutting his brother's words.

Her presence was both terrifying and mesmerizing, radiating an otherworldly calm. “Who… who are you?” John asked, struggling to steady his breath, wary and breathless. “I am the Keeper,” she replied, her voice soft yet commanding. “The last guardian of the balance between worlds. And you” she pointed at the glowing crown shard in John’s hand “hold the fate of all.”

“But the people coming for you….they don’t care if you believe in the threat or not.” Her grip tightened around the glass. “Why me? Why not my mother? Why not someone else from his life?” “Because your father trusted you,” I said. “More than anyone. You might not realize it, but he left pieces behind,and you’re the key.” Her brows pulled together, and for a brief second, the fire in her eyes flickered into fear. “You’re saying I’m some... what? Secret keeper?” I tilted my head. “A silent one.”

The Keeper, its gaze fixated on the glowing shard, remarked, "That artifact you hold, it doesn't belong here, nor do you. Yet, its power resonates with the very essence of this realm." Dupree, drawing his weapon and standing protectively in front of the group, demanded, "What do you want from us?" The Keeper, its voice a whispering echo of countless voices, responded, "A trade. A moment from each of you, a memory of utmost importance, in exchange for safe passage." Moros, skeptical, questioned, "How can we trust you? How do we know you won't take our memories and leave us stranded?" Lysandra, analyzing t

"And I hold the secrets you seek." Samantha exchanged a wary glance with her mate before taking a cautious step forward. "What do you know about the creature in the chamber?" she asked, her voice trembling slightly. The Keeper's grin widened, revealing rows of sharp, pointed teeth. "I know more than you could possibly imagine," he replied cryptically. Her mate moved to stand protectively beside her, his eyes narrowing in suspicion. "Then tell us what we need to know," he demanded, his voice firm. The Keeper chuckled darkly, his gaze lingering on Samantha. "Ah, but knowledge comes at a price, my dear," he said, his tone dripping

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.”

More jewels and gowns than I could count. Every night he needed me, I’d put on whatever lacy thing he picked out. We’d have sex. Five years. 999 times. There were moments—his sweat dripping on my forehead, his soft breaths inside me, the way he’d look at me—when I let myself dream he loved me. Then the video dropped. Him. On the street. Kissing another woman. I knew the truth. He was my keeper, not my lover. Everyone laughed. They couldn't wait to see me lose my mind, begging him to keep me.

Keeper asked Emily. " First, when I have the four weapons of destruction in my possession, I will bring them for you to see for yourself. Secondly, do you wish to stay here forever?, I can get you out of here with their powers ". Emily said to the keeper. The keeper was speechless instantly and thought about it. Keeper has spent his entire life in the underworld. It was just a mistake that brought him there that fateful night and ever since then, he has not been able to leave there. "You promised Emily, you must not go back on your words. If you do, I know I can't come over there but I can destroy you from here and I am sure you

Not loud. Not threatening. Calm. Almost gentle. The Keeper has found the key. A strange pressure settled over the bridge. Naomi looked around uneasily. “Did either of you hear that?” Ama nodded. Orion nodded too. The silver-eyed Architect looked older than he had only moments ago. “The Keeper,” he whispered. The voice answered immediately. You remember. Orion closed his eyes. “I never forgot.” Ama turned toward him. “Who—or what—is the Keeper?” A long silence followed.