The Water Keeper Novels & Stories

Standing over me, she ordered the two guards and said, "Beat her up and don't hold back!" The two security guards were clearly on her side. Without the slightest hesitation, they started to punch and kick me. I clenched my teeth, keeping inside every cry and groan. It felt like my bones were breaking and my innards were scrambling. Jessica kept screaming, "Who do you think you are?! You're nothing but a leech!"

The Rootkeeper smiled. "Were there?" The question lingered. No one answered. The Rootkeeper walked toward the center of the chamber. The living earth opened beneath their feet. A pool of crystal-clear water emerged. Its surface reflected no faces. Only light. Green light. The Rootkeeper gestured for Ama to come closer. She knelt beside the pool. "What do you see?" Ama gazed into the water. At first... Nothing. Then gentle ripples spread across the surface. One image appeared.

"Get out of the water, now!" Ivory shouted at them, they immediately looked at her and obeyed what she said. Even soaking wet they tried to make them feel the whole place. "What did you see?" Jake asked her, instead of answering him she came a little closer to the water and touched it, the already cold water earlier was gradually heating up as if it was already caustic. "I think the guardian of this place is here," they finally heard the answer they had been waiting for.

Kade’s gaze went to the door; my hand went to the knife at the small of my back; Jas’s shoulder leaned into the jamb like a man who could be a wall if you asked him nicely. “Up river boys,” the Keeper whispered, mouth gone bloodless. “They come to count the blue by the barrel and the souls by the name they won’t say.” “Hide,” Kade told him. The one word had a softness I’d rarely heard from him. The Keeper dove beneath the service table with a dignity some saints will never learn. Kade took the other side of the door. He glanced at me once, left or right? And I slid to the left, knife in my palm, back to cold stone. Jas lifted his chin an inch: two at least, maybe three.

scold, me,” she said teasingly. A smile filled my face and I found myself laughing. “You really are something else,” I reply, looking down at the open book. “So, I am so confused. Marylin finds out that Remus has been lying to her the whole time, but then in this chapter, she sleeps with him. I don’t understand,” she says while showing me the next tab. I smile at her eagerness, “You don’t remember the gift that Remus gives her in the third chapter? A ring, forged in Dolos, the place of lost minds, rectified by the Keeper?” She nods her head as she flips back to the third chapter, “Right, it was a birthday gift.” “Yes, and remember Rosalyn later says that the Keeper went by many nam

“We’ll be the punchline of a joke.” “Yeah,” Aislen agreed. Diana had no idea, she thought, how right she was. If Havermouth voted in the Secret Keeper as mayor, they were, by extension, voting in Aislen Carter, the Triquetra’s whore. “Who do you think the Secret Keeper is?” She asked Diana.

The Chairman closed his eyes. "I hoped you had forgotten that." Justice Sani looked sharply at him. "What Keeper?" The old man hesitated. Then, for the first time, he answered without concealment. "The Last Keeper." Elias' voice came through Nathan's speakers. "I thought that was only a story." "It was." The Chairman replied. "Until Magnus made it real." Amara folded Magnus' letter carefully. "Who is the Last Keeper?" The Chairman looked directly at her. "I don't know."

The child-wolf trembled in her arms but didn’t try to flee. Silas stepped forward, blade drawn but lowered. “Who are you?” The voice answered from everywhere at once, carrying the smell of pine and cold stone. “I am the Keeper of the Heart. I was set here when the first oath was broken. I guard what remains.” Caleb muttered, “Great. A prison warden.” The Keeper’s head turned slightly, its antlers brushing the roots overhead without disturbing them. “You have undone chains bound by blood and vow. Do you understand what you have released?”

But there was power in her, so much power that the air itself seemed to bend around her. "Who are you?" I demanded, though every instinct screamed at me to bow, to show submission to this creature that was so clearly more than just a wolf. "I am the Keeper," the old woman said. "The guardian of the threshold between life and death. The one who has been guiding your rebirths, Thelma." My breath caught. "You're... you're the reason I keep coming back?"

It needed the approval of the entire Keeper panel. The Keepers were the guardians of all stations that make the world go around. Magic, vengeance, life, love, greed, etc. They all held importance, and none were permitted to walk the earth without approval from all the Keepers. With a sigh, Frankie picked up and tossed a stone into the water. The ripples entranced her. Ripples! Her eyes widened. She knew how to draw Aiden out. It was guaranteed. She just needed to throw the right stone to do it, and now she knew which one she needed to toss into the water.