World Keeper Novels & Stories

I open the bag. A key glints in my palm. Old-fashioned, heavy, not a practical key at all—one of those glossy, romantic replicas, long neck, ornate head cut into a heart if you tilt it, into a blade if you don't. A tiny metal tag hangs from black thread: MINE on one side, TO KEEP on the other. The room tilts. Sound drops out to a pinpoint. The kettle clicks in the kitchen; I'd forgotten I'd put it back on. My phone buzzes with a calendar ping. The spreadsheet waits on my screen.

If it were an average human, the response would be to scream or run away, rather than calmly asking, “Who are you?” "I'm from the Quilue tribe." Wolfgang kept his promise. When she told him her true identity, he would also reveal his true identity. "Immortals human?" "Right" Selina nodded. She knew from Quilue. They are human but can regenerate and become immortal. The Quilue are people standing between humans and wolves. They must protect and keep the peace between the two species. “What did you come here for?” Selina was silent, then said, “Learn about people.”

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.

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

I asked. “He retired months ago,” Lorenzo answered. “His health was failing, so he moved to a cottage near the northern edge of the territory.” Reef was already reaching for his phone when Mara suddenly said, “Don't.” His hand stopped, and he looked at her. “If Vale is the Keeper and you start calling patrols, someone may warn him,” Mara explained. Reef frowned and asked, “And if he isn't?” Mara replied, “Then six armed wolves surrounding an elderly healer's cottage tells the real spy exactly who you're investigating.”

“No please! Please! Spare her! Ple— “ I stab him straight in the heart and twist it, watching him lose his life. Just then we hear a commotion from outside the club and i signal to one of the guards to check it out. I pull out my knife and one of the guards hands me a piece of cloth on which I wipe it. My second in command, also my best friend— Dom, orders the rest of the guys to dispose of the body and clean up. I leave with him following behind me. I get to my office and set my knife down. “You realize his daughter is only 8.”

He said matter of factly. She shuddered and grasped Roger’s hand tightly. But the story was captivating and she had to know. “Tell me.” She whispered. “I guess it makes sense that it was a door that shouldn’t be opened.” Roger contemplated. “Legend says that a keeper is a servant of the king. It is released on someone’s enemies and will devour an entire village. They are stealthy and we would not have known about them had you not survived the first attack. We have to be thankful for that.”

"Kaya niyo ba kami sinusubok? Hindi dahil gusto niyo kaming ubusin, kundi dahil natatakot kayo na baka itaboy namin kayo?" ​Ang Grand Founder ay dahan-dahang lumutang pababa. Ang kanyang maskara ay naglaho, na naglantad sa isang mukhang pagod at puno ng lungkot. "Ang aming planeta ay matagal nang namatay. Kami ang mga 'Keepers' ng teknolohiyang binuo ang tao. Ngunit ang aming Core ay paubos na. Kailangan namin ng isang 'Biological Host' upang mabuhay ang aming lahi. At ang host na iyon ay ang planetang Earth."

His hands were bloody from the bear he helped to hunt, but the adrenaline was still pumping in his veins, fierce believers of an invisible enemy. The only threat to the country nowadays was the occasional ice bear and packs of giant wolves that plagued the villages closer to the mountains. No war, no battles. Alarick spent the last seven years making himself known as the scariest warlord to ever been born, and it paid in respect and fear from his enemies. He didn’t need to be here to kill these animals. His soldiers could very much deal with it. He came just for fun. Besides, he knew people liked seeing him around. It gave them the feeling of protection that he was very much glad to provide.

I continued, "The problem is, there's a large number of unadopted beastkin. If nobody steps in, they'll be euthanized." I pushed the documents to Clayton. "So I applied via the company, chipped in some of my own funds, and turned this into our own public welfare project. We've even got a dedicated rescue center. I'm handing over the management of the rescue center to you. What do you say?" I smiled smugly. "You already know that I used to have shady links. We shady folk stick together, and we're all about loyalty.