The Orphan Keeper 소설 & 이야기

“Because she made it that way. I do not really understand how the spell works, but it is tied to this house. As long as the house stands, I will live.” “Okay. Not trying to offend you or anything, but why does Nana Brooke want you to live for so long?” “I am your greatgrandmother’s last gift to you. She ensured I live solely because of you. Someone with knowledge of what the keeper’s role entails has to be around to guide you. We never expected it would take you so long.” ‘You understand that I’m nineteen, right?” ‘Yes, I do. Ordinarily, the next keeper should have been Elin, but then she despised her mother and everything she stood for.”

If they did, they’d probably protest for my father to step down as Alpha. I loved kids, especially these children. Their innocence and resilience were a refreshing distraction from my thoughts of Cameron. The orphanage was a modest building on the edge of the supernatural school grounds. Its wide windows let in natural light, and simple wooden furniture is scattered throughout. The walls were decorated with drawings and crafts the children had made. When I arrived, I introduced myself to the staff. The head caretaker, a kind older woman named Greta, welcomed me warmly. She had kind, weathered eyes and a motherly smile that immediately made me feel at ease.

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.

Everyone turned toward him. Captain Roderic frowned. “One of yours?” The old man slowly nodded. “I wasn’t always a historian.” Lucien looked at him carefully. “Then who were you?” The old man closed his eyes for a brief moment before answering. “I was the first Keeper of this cathedral.” The chamber fell silent. Master Orion stared at him in disbelief. He had spent a lifetime studying forgotten civilizations, but nowhere in any surviving record had he found a single mention of a Keeper who guarded the Sunken Cathedral.

"The last time someone came for this family, they came for Oryn first. If there's a next time, they may come for the archive directly. Or for the keeper." I went still. "You're telling me to watch for that," I said. "I'm telling you to understand what you'd be watching for," she said. "Not to frighten you. Because if you're going to be in and out of this territory for the next year, there will be times when I'm not well enough to watch for it myself, and Kael is older than he looks, and Brae is skilled but young, and my granddaughter is the keeper and therefore the least able to see threats to herself clearly."

“This place is above your understanding and above your power.” Ethan drew his sword, pointing it at the figure. “We’re here for Clara. Let her go, or I’ll…” “You will do nothing,” the figure interrupted, its voice rising. “You do not know what you have unleashed. The darkness that binds her is ancient, older than time itself. If you break the chains, you will not save her, you will kill her.” Selene stepped forward, her eyes narrowing. “Who are you? What are you?” The figure turned its pale look toward her, its expression garbled. “I am the Keeper, bound to this place for eternity. It is my obligation to watch the obscurity, to guarantee it never gets away into the world above.”

I stood slowly holding Evanara carefully and I turned my back my right to leave. "The Keeper's will must be done!" She screamed somewhere behind me,causing me to snap my head to the right as she headed towards us with the sharp edge of the staff aiming at Evanara. For some reason,I feared for Evanara's life. Perhaps it was my child's life I was worried for. Before she buried the staff into Evanara's tightly covered head,Orien stopped her by burying his sword into her chest. There were screams and gasps from the crowd as the head Keeper fell went still. Her listless eyes staring at me.

“Who?” “He was also cursed by the witch back then. I think he broke his. Alexander was drunk one night and he slipped up. I caught the name.” I grabbed his hand. “Who?” “The Keeper,” he said quietly. My brows drew together. “Who?” “Lorgan Crossman,” he sighed. “Drunken Moose. You remember him, right?” I froze. That madman? That filthy drunk? He’s the Keeper? Higher than the Order. Even higher than Lorenzo?

"To keep that from happening, every Keeper has a Protector who has the ability to calm their Keeper's emotion and will have the duty to protect their assigned Keeper. Protectors are born in any bloodline and still have their bloodline's supernatural traits." "At the age of 6, Elaine found her Protector. Sawyer Parker, a werewolf, brave, kind, and selfless. Together with Sawyer, Elaine met 2 other friends. Sophie Rhodes and Malcolm Suarez. They all became friends. Elaine married Sawyer a few years later and the other two married each other afterward."

Right, I forgot that he is in charge of that, since we had opened an orphanage for the kids that lost their parents through a rogue attack or just being abandoned after being born we give them in the house to stay until they could get adopted or graduate college, they have a choice to stay with us or go somewhere else to make their own life. Believe it or not, some parents, after they give birth to their pups, would immediately say that they don't want the pups, and that’s why we have opened a place for them to feel safe and protected until they find a lovely family to live with. Arlo being the one in charge of the Orphanage is not a surprise because his best friend grew up in the Orphanage