The Orphan Keeper Novels & Stories

She turns to the keeper "Uhm..keep..keeper? Can I look around?" "Why?" he sharply replies "Aren't you enjoying it here? Don't you like the performance?" "No..not that.I am.I just wanted to see the people you spoke about." The keeper looked confused "The people who didn't get enough love and care up there?" Nina said "Oh yes." he stands on her feet "Shall we?" Nina nods as she follows the Keeper through the underworld.She sees places burning with a furnace that never seemed to end.It had people in it.

Bring her back. She turned. Diva's heart shattered—relief, anger, grief colliding. She wailed aloud. "Derek, no." He hesitated, doubt in his eyes. Eamon pushed back his hood, and the Keeper's face was revealed—another, one they did not know. The genuine Keeper smiled. "I keep the relic safe from those who would abuse it. Light and dark alike." Derek stepped forward, the sword falling from his grasp with a clatter. "Keep back from her."

he said, his bright eyes locking on hers, “because I had something they needed. A piece of information. A truth so dangerous it could unmake the world they were building.” He reached down beside his chair and lifted a wooden box onto his lap. It was simple, unmarked. His thin fingers traced the lid. “Your mother calls me the keeper. I am not a keeper of objects. I am a keeper of a story. The story that began all of this.”

Not the name my mother gave me or the title Oracle had pressed into me like a brand. Keeper. As if this was where it had always been leading. As if Tartarus had been waiting, with the patience of something that measures time in ages, for the specific person who could hear what needed to be heard. I sat. And the Warlord of the Eternal Night began to speak.​​​​​​​​​​​

I put my own hand on the empty tomb. "And I am going anyway, and I need you to understand why, because it is not foolishness. I have been an orphan my whole life. I grieved two parents I never got to know. One of them turned out to be alive in a cellar, and I almost did not get her, and every day I have her now is a day I nearly lost. If there is even a chance the other one is down there, alive, after eighteen years, then there is no trap in the world she could build that would keep me from going to look. She is not baiting a queen, Hunter. She is baiting an orphan, and orphans do not get to be sensible about this. Some things you have to walk into a snare for. A father is one of them."

Further markers become identifiable at the age of maturity. Keeper’s reach maturity at the standard age of twenty-one, at this point the hair of a keeper will gradually begin to turn silver. The power inheritance that starts at birth. By the age of thirty a Keeper will have completed their power inheritance and their hair will be purely silver. In addition to increased memory retention and processing abilities, a keeper also has the ability to shield all thoughts and memories from any race that would be able to otherwise obtain this. Keepers also have an exceedingly long, life span, with the oldest recorded keeper celebrating his three hundred and forty sixth birthday shortly before he died

Bearers are supposed to always be smiling and serving their families, from one pregnancy to the next while they act like the perfect housewives. “I understand, Keeper Winter,” I repeat reluctant. I dread the future presented to me, but I have no choice. Is either this or die. “Very well then. Be obedient and submissive, Eel, and maybe you will get to survive,” Keeper Sonia says with a wicked smile. “Regardless, you will never be as good as Grace Mortensen was.” Keeper Winter then calls the other Keeper so she takes me away. She immediately comes in, clasps my arm, and drags me back to my cell.

The night was broken by a scream, and when the group hurried outside, they discovered a shadowed figure standing at the edge of the camp. “Who’s there?” Lucan demanded, drawing his weapon. The figure stepped forward, its voice echoing unnaturally. “You thought you could destroy me?” Lena’s heart froze as recognition dawned. It was the Keeper not as a physical being, but as a manifestation of the orb’s lingering energy. “I am eternal,” the Keeper intoned, its form shifting and flickering. “And you, Lena, will be my new host.” Kaden stepped protectively in front of Lena, his blade drawn. “Over my dead body.”

Orion’s voice was low. “Or another test.” Maria stared toward the horizon, heart pounding. The Keeper had finished judging Earth. But maybe Earth was not the only world reaching the threshold. Humanity had taken its first step… But somewhere beyond their sky, another door was opening And next time, they might not be the ones being invited.

They had been very unwelcoming to other housekeepers, at a point she thought they needed therapy to help them deal with the loss. No matter how she tried to fill the void of both a father and a mother, she wasn’t able to. There was still something lacking. The last housekeeper was great. She had no criminal records deterring her from keeping her job. The biggest mistake she had made was trying to plot the kidnap of the kids. She wanted a huge payday. She was probably awed by the wealth and riches of Kesa that she wanted a taste of it. Well, she had gotten a taste, but definitely not a taste of what she wanted.