World Keeper Novels & Stories

Mason asks, glancing up at Liv. “Of course! He’s number one in cyber security right now. He developed his own software system, one of the only damn near impossible ones to hack! He also has employed supernaturals of almost every species in his security teams. He’s also received the Turing Award for his achievements in…” she gushed about this man, her cheeks flushing, before Rue interrupted her. “The Touring Award?” he asked, his face looking almost broken as he tried to compute anything my daughter had said.

IN THE CARDIAC CARE UNIT, I found Martha and Mom sitting in the room with Dad. He didn’t look good at all. None of them did. When Martha saw me, she rolled out with her head hanging low. I bent and gave her a hug. “How’s he doing?” “Not too well. How are you? Things are better for you now—after the fire. Right?” “I hope.” “That license plate number we got from the beach house belongs to a man named Dane Bonner from Charleston. Not much on him on the Internet, but I’ve got a lead I’m working on.”

"They were brought by my adoptive father from his last travel before he died years ago." "Tivona, I'm sorry that I brought up such a subject..." The younger looked at her and strained a smile. "You're bound to know it anyway. My father is also a firm believer of the guardians, said that they exist for a reason: to protect the last secrets of humanity: secrets that are supposed to remain buried in the sand." "And you?" "For a time, I believed him too, we are a small village, we barely get any action other than disputes against members and from other villages, but other than that, we are practically secretive that we rarely interact with the others save for our neighbour for basic necessities.

It was the quickest way to bring an officer of the law onto the scene, though nothing would become of it other than a routine sanitary cleanup of the spot sullied by another homeless junkie death. The hateful job fate had thrown on Harry's shoulders was done for now. *** IMPORTANT NOTICE All residents of the Black Crow Motel will be responsible for personal damages if they fail to find a substitute residence latest by 30th October, 2050. The wrecking ball cometh November 1st. Signed: Weatherbee Tisdale Village of Estero Administration, Estero, FL ____________ The notice mocked Harry as he stood before the door of his room, back from the shelter. He took a few steps to his left and looked up

Duncan “We are leaving,” Keith, my fellow guardian wolf said to me. Keith was always a very brooding character, but he also had a goofy side. Right now, however, he was all business. The look in his eyes was serious. He was ready, like I was, to bring Coral back home.

“Yes.” He shifted slightly in his seat, turning more toward me. “There are these three men. They’re called the Keepers. The first, Eamon Virek. Fifty-six years old. From the Ironclaw Pack. He’s been serving the council for twenty-two years. The second, Darius Holt. Forty-eight years old. From the Silverfang Pack. Fifteen years in service. And the third…” Aric paused briefly. “Kael Renn.” Something about the name felt off.

The night was broken by a scream, and when the group hurried outside, they discovered a shadowed figure standing at the edge of the camp. “Who’s there?” Lucan demanded, drawing his weapon. The figure stepped forward, its voice echoing unnaturally. “You thought you could destroy me?” Lena’s heart froze as recognition dawned. It was the Keeper not as a physical being, but as a manifestation of the orb’s lingering energy. “I am eternal,” the Keeper intoned, its form shifting and flickering. “And you, Lena, will be my new host.” Kaden stepped protectively in front of Lena, his blade drawn. “Over my dead body.”

“We have to destroy them all. It’s the only way to ensure our family’s safety.” As they deliberated their next move, a low rumble echoed through the cavern. The family froze, their eyes darting toward the entrance. From the shadows emerged a figure cloaked in black, their face obscured by a hood. “Who are you?” Wickham demanded, stepping protectively in front of Clara and the children. The figure raised a hand, revealing a glowing amulet that pulsed in time with the orb’s light. “I am the Keeper,” they said, their voice calm but commanding. “You have done well to make it this far, but your journey is not yet complete.”

Alma wheezed out, trying to suppress a cough. Oh boy, she has gone so weak. “The werewolves have the Lycan as their protector, the Sirens have Asa as their protector, the Elfs have Numia as their protectors and the Witches have Kahlessi as their protector.” Alma said softly. “Alma, tell them….tell them you are "a young boy said excitedly “I was the former Kahlessi of the witch tribe” Alma said with pride. The children stared at Alma with adoration and admiration on how a great person she was and still is.

Dove smiled arrogantly. "You're stalling them, why? What does Chad gain if any of them die?" Moon asked, getting mad. "As we spea,, Jo and his wolves es are on their way to pay those the Royals left behind, unprotected so they could find a cure for Aisha. They should,be putting them in their prisons now." Dove laughed.