World Keeper Novels & Stories

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.”

Aurora said. "Then take her with you. Hunter would keep doubting her if she stayed here," Agatha said. "I can't go with Aurora. Alonso's target is Draken since Draken abandoned his side so he must be keeping an eye on North pack. Then he'll find out I'm there. For now, I know Hunter killed all of Alonso's men who were with me, which means Alonso is not aware of my whereabouts. I'm the safest at the moon pack right now if I stay hidden," Silvia whispered as Agatha and Aurora stared at each other worried.

The rest of the day went by smoothly, consisting of mainly me asking the 'pack' a lot of questions. Apparently, Dr. Jackson was a scientist who has been after the supernatural population for years. He's part of a group called the Keepers. He got a hold of whomever he could, making them experiments and his own personal slaves, bent on only doing his work. Only few actually survived through the experiments to become his slaves, though. Unfortunately, there was a whole society of these people called Keepers, but Dr. Jackson was the most well-known.

When I stepped inside, the scent of sandalwood and politics stung my nose. And there he was. Alpha Ray Walter, my father, sat on the great throne of our pack. It stood tall, carved from dark obsidian stone and veined with gold like lightning in a storm. The Walter Moonridge Pack's crest was etched into the back, with silver wolf heads curled at each armrest. He wore a long midnight cloak, his shoulders straight, and his expression unreadable. His cold eyes pinned me as I stepped forward. "You look a mess, Avery," he said with a flat voice. "Why are your eyes red?"

Keeper asked Emily. " First, when I have the four weapons of destruction in my possession, I will bring them for you to see for yourself. Secondly, do you wish to stay here forever?, I can get you out of here with their powers ". Emily said to the keeper. The keeper was speechless instantly and thought about it. Keeper has spent his entire life in the underworld. It was just a mistake that brought him there that fateful night and ever since then, he has not been able to leave there. "You promised Emily, you must not go back on your words. If you do, I know I can't come over there but I can destroy you from here and I am sure you know that". Keeper warned Emily.

As a former Keeper, I didn't know the penalty if you failed to keep your subjects safe. From my experience, I had two subjects in my entire Keepership. My first subject lasted for 8 years; I was with him from birth to his death—the poor kid died of an accident. Everything flashed in a millisecond. It was painful to watch him walk with a Reaper on his last days on Earth. The second subject was still a baby. I was the Keeper of that baby for 2 years. I had to withdraw because I realized I couldn't handle getting attached to another terrene, then see them gone one day.

“Then what, she just stands here while the house gets torn open?” Aira’s breath shook. Through the bond, she could still feel Mira upstairs. Pain. Fear. And underneath it something worse. Someone else. A cold presence moving through the pack house like a shadow with intent. Not Mara. Something older. The watcher in the water whispered, almost too quietly to hear. “The keeper has a hand inside the house.” Darian went pale. “No.” Aira turned sharply. “What is a keeper?” Nobody answered at first. Then the watcher said, “A mouth for the second door.”

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."

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.”

Several important things to note in that sentence, but I really must know, “What is a keeper?” “Who, not what. And keepers have been charged for all eternity with helping souls that have left the mortal realm pass on. If you had not stuck your head firmly in the land of denials, you would have taken note of all the teeming souls waiting for you to help them pass on.”