The Orphan Keeper Novels & Stories

she said quietly, "then whatever guards it, whoever guards it, may no longer be operating from the same patient wisdom I've spent centuries cultivating. A Keeper untethered from their original purpose, corrupted by exactly the kind of violent disruption we barely survived here, could become something considerably more dangerous than anything the Conclave itself ever managed to produce." "Where," Kael asked, voice hard. "Where's the nearest site." The Keeper hesitated, something reluctant in her ancient eyes. "The closest I know of sits roughly two days' travel from here, in mountainous terrain few modern maps even acknowledge accurately. Its Keeper, when I last had contact with her, decades

As the undercover agent, I provided a list of names and incriminating evidence of the crimes committed in Caged Canary. In the aftermath, the police could identify and locate the families of most of the victims buried in the community. All except Hannah. Hannah, an orphan who grew up in the system, got into a good school. It was a shame that her college life was cut short when a sugar daddy took interest in her. Hannah gained privilege at the cost of her freedom. She didn’t deserve pity, though, since she was a willing party. She had caused many women a lot of harm.

He says as he sits on the edge of the bed and places his hand over mine, making me look up at him. "Are Jess and Orian okay?" I say, barely above a whisper, as my heart starts to beat erratically. "They are fine. It's about the orphanage. They found the orphanage up in flames when they arrived on the pack's territory." He says, and my heart feels like it stopped beating. "The kids all got out safely, but there is no sign of the orphanage mother." "She tried to kill them!" I whisper as I feel Dosha starts pacing in my mind.

the Alpha King said, determination in his voice. Grey nodded. "I'll take you to the orphanage. But we have to be careful. The rogue wolves are still out there, and they'll do anything to get Orion back." We gathered a small group of trusted guards and set out with Grey to the orphanage. When we arrived, we were greeted by a kind woman who introduced herself as the director. She took us to a room where Orion was waiting, his eyes wide with surprise when he saw us. "Mummy? Daddy?" he whispered, his voice trembling.

Athena opened the opposite door, but her intention to get into the car was interrupted by the voice of a man. "Well, it seems I failed in my plan to put you in custody while the trial is being processed. But there's one thing I want to say. I won't let a poor orphan woman from New York City ruin my life. " Orion spoke with a grin on his lips and his hands in his pockets. "Oh, have you forgotten that I'm no longer an orphan and that I'm living in a place where I can do everything I want? So please, stop dreaming about controlling my emotions. I'm not like before, when you could treat me like a pet."

The one I heard in my dreams and in that memory of Elara. “What’s a Keeper?” I asked quietly. Lydia sat down on the edge of the bed. “Keepers are ancient beings born once every few centuries. They’re extremely rare and extremely powerful.” “What do they do?” “They maintain balance. Between the living and the dead. Between all creatures. They’re almost like…” She paused, searching for words. “Walking gods, in a way.” My mouth went dry. “That’s impossible. I’m not a god.” “Not a god. But you have power that most creatures don’t. Power to affect the balance of nature itself.”

Enormous. Not human. Not animal. Not anything Emmy knew. Its body was made of doors. Thousands. Millions. Eyes opened across it. Every color. Every species. Every world. Emmy whispered, “Keeper.” The being looked at her. Pain struck. Emmy screamed. Ignisvath grabbed her. The Keeper’s voice entered their minds. RETURN. Emmy gritted her teeth. “No.” Pain. RETURN WHAT WAS TAKEN. “We didn’t take it!”

Something complicated passed across his face. “You’re not supposed to be here,” he said. His voice was rough from years of cigarettes or weather or both. Eli kept his body slightly in front of Nora’s. “Neither are you, from the look of it.” The man huffed a short, humorless breath. “Name’s Cal. I keep an eye on the place for the woman who used to come here. She paid me for years to make sure nobody tore it down or moved in.” He squinted at them. “She said if two people ever showed up looking like they’d been driving a long time and carrying old ghosts, I should give them a message.”

ORVAX'S POV The Keeper is still talking but I can see that Menodora is no longer listening. She has a blank expression on her face, like her thoughts have locked the door and pulled the blinds. Every word the Keeper speaks feels like another boulder placed on her shoulder and I watch in horror as she curls into herself even more…almost like she is trying to disappear without us noticing.

“I should have mentioned them earlier. I apologise for the omission.” “Who are they,” I said. She looked at the horizon. At the six territories beginning to move. At the beginning that was in every direction now. “The keepers,” she said. “The ones who have been holding the original intention in memory since before the corruption was installed. The ones who have been waiting for the completion so they could bring it forward.” She held my gaze. “Elena, the original intention needs to be given to someone. Someone who will carry it forward into the pack world that wakes up tomorrow and does not know that anything has changed.” She paused. “The keepers have been holding it in trust for three gene