The Water Keeper Novels & Stories

" As the guardian's voice fades, the chamber returns to an eerie stillness. The water around them seems to hold its breath, creating an atmosphere of suspense. Tritan and Finrir exchange a glance, their expressions mirroring a mixture of determination and trepidation. They understand the gravity of the guardian's words, the weight of their actions, and the uncertain path that lies ahead. The guardian's presence looms like a shadow, casting a sense of foreboding upon the chamber. His eyes, gleaming like ancient gems, flicker with an intensity that reflects eons of wisdom and power. Every movement, every ripple in the water, seems to be magnified in his presence, as if the very currents of Aqu

After my sister-in-law Lydia had my brother Caleb's kidney removed and spent three years draining his blood, he escaped back to our hometown barely alive. He lay on a bed at the clinic, holding my hand tight as he said, "Noah, don't go after them. You can't afford to cross Lydia's family." Three days later, he died in my arms. I buried him on the hillside behind the town, under the old oak tree he had loved to climb as a child. On the seventh day after I buried him, a black Maybach stopped at the edge of town. Lydia got out with a frail man who looked like he could fall over at any time. She stood outside my house's door and looked at me. "Noah, where's your brother? Tell him to come o

Fenelle began coaxing me. "Alright then!" I nodded. By this point, I was already so worked up that I couldn’t refuse anymore. Fenelle dipped her fingers in some water and gently washed me there. Feeling her small hands, I almost shivered. It felt so good! Slowly, Fenelle bent down, opened her mouth, and slowly lowered her head, moving closer to my…

this. "She was hiding," Kael said, talking faster now. "Just like my mom was. The Keepers are a group of women whose job is to guard powerful old things, to keep them safe from bad people. The job gets passed down from mothers to daughters. My mom's name was Lyra and she told me your grandmother was the one who taught her everything. She said your grandma was the smartest and strongest Keeper."

But she couldn’t help but feel that way with the other. She’s hard to read, and the fact that she acted like she is hiding something. “Who are you!” she shouted at the other who was walking away from her calmly like nothing happened. Aedre stopped walking then turned her head to look at Tivona who had her hands clenched into fists at her sides, then spoke calmly. “I’m the guardian of water.”

A soft wind swept through the branches as if the trees had been waiting to hear me say those words. I followed the path. My breath quickened as the trees thinned. Ahead of me, a wide clearing opened. In the center stood a pool of water—still, dark, reflective like polished glass. Something drifted above it. A figure. A woman made of white light hovered above the pool, her face blurred, her hands folded against her chest. She looked neither alive nor dead. She looked like a memory being kept barely together. I stepped forward slowly. “Are you the First Keeper?” I asked.

Its eyes glowed with an eerie silver light, and though its form was indistinct, I could feel its presence pressing down on me like a physical weight. “Who are you?” I demanded, my voice echoing in the void. “I am the Keeper,” it said. “The guardian of the bond you share with Aria.” “What bond?” I asked, my frustration mounting. “It’s broken. Shattered.” “Not entirely,” the Keeper said. “The scar you bear is a remnant of that bond, a fragment of the power you once shared. It was left behind to protect her... and to give you the strength to face what is to come.”

The survivors nearby watched nervously. Waiting. Hoping Renn would explain. Instead he whispered a single sentence. "The legends were true." A knot formed in my stomach. "What legends?" Renn stared toward the distant horizon. Toward the thirteen rising fortresses. Toward the giants awakening beneath the earth. "The Keeper." The word carried weight. Ancient weight. "What keeper?" The old scholar swallowed. "The Keeper of the Key." The world seemed to grow colder. Even the fire beside us dimmed slightly. As though reality itself was listening.

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!”

"So I was trying to go downstairs to get a glass of fresh river water. You know what the healers say? Staying wet inside is very important when you drink alcohol." His face looks completely confused. He has absolutely no idea what I am talking about. Neither do I, honestly. "The water in this whole moonkeep goes through a magic filtration system, Zara," he says slowly. "You could have just walked into your bathroom for a drink. There are glass cups right by your sink." "Oh. I see." Wow, he actually believes my silly lie. "I am going to help your wolf up, and then I will grab you a fresh glass," Theo says, stretching out his two massive hands toward me.