Chris McKeithen is a storyteller, entrepreneur, and creative visionary from East Texas. He is the author of The Twilight of Empires trilogy, a sweeping blend of historical fiction and fantasy that explores courage, faith, and the unseen forces that shape human destiny. His debut novel, The Last Patriot, introduces readers to Elias Mercer and a world caught between revolution and shadow, while his forthcoming works continue to expand the rich tapestry of mystery, history, and imagination.
Beyond his novels, Chris is also a writer of Christian devotionals and thought-provoking works that tackle life’s toughest questions through the lens of faith. His books invite readers not only into gripping stories, but also into deeper reflections on hope, perseverance, and God’s power at work in everyday struggles.
When he isn’t writing, Chris is deeply involved in his East Texas community and a proud veteran that served in the Army with two combat tours under his belt which is why he brings themes of leadership, resilience, and integrity into both his professional and creative life.
Chris lives in Texas, with his wife and their growing family. Whether on the page or in person, he is passionate about creating, protecting, and inspiring—one story, one home, and one life at a time.
Chris McKeithen is a storyteller, entrepreneur, and creative visionary from East Texas. He is the author of The Twilight of Empires trilogy, a sweeping blend of historical fiction and fantasy that explores courage, faith, and the unseen forces that shape human destiny. His debut novel, The Last Patriot, introduces readers to Elias Mercer and a world caught between revolution and shadow, while his forthcoming works continue to expand the rich...
The American Revolution rages across the colonies.
Private Elias Mercer should have died with his regiment on the fields of Saratoga. Instead, he awakens branded with a mark not of this world—an Eye that sees through shadow, binds him to forces older than empires, and thrusts him into a hidden war no musket can win.
Elias Mercer wields the Eye—a mysterious power that sees all, yet costs everything. An evil warlord commands a twin Eye and a world teetering on the brink of annihilation. Kingdoms burn, armies clash, and the dead rise as the balance of power shatters. Amid betrayal, ancient prophecies, and a child who may hold the future, Elias must choose:...
The age of the Eyes is collapsing. Shadows lengthen, kingdoms crumble, and whispers from the void grow louder with every passing night. Elias Mercer, scarred veteran and unwilling Eye-bearer, finds himself at the breaking point—his body weary, his mind fractured, and his soul hunted by the Master.
When the Heir is taken, Elias must descend into...
So, for those that know me, I always have more than one project working. Having said that, I have a new Novel that I am working on. The process is my favorite thing about...
The world is on the brink of collapse. Kingdoms burn. Eyes of power awaken. Betrayals cut deeper than any blade, and a new generation rises from the shadows.
Life as a soldier in 1777 was brutal beyond what most of us imagine. Imagine waking before dawn, fastening fifty pounds of gear — musket, powder, blankets — and marching through mud, rain, and frozen ground toward Saratoga. The 4th New York Regiment had to push north toward that campaign, part of Burgoyne’s advance, knowing that the fate of the Revolution might hinge on their success.
Men marched through the dense forests of upstate New York, trudging through slush and swamp, their shoes...
When most people think of the American Revolution, they picture muskets firing at Bunker Hill, ragged soldiers marching through winter snow, and the triumphant roar at Yorktown. But tucked between the pages of history is a name few remember: The 4th New York Regiment.
I wanted to write about them not as faceless men in faded records, but as real people who fought — and, in my world, brushed against something darker than any king’s army.
Stories rarely appear fully formed. They whisper first — quiet, almost afraid to be heard.
For me, it began on an ordinary East Texas morning.
I was sitting outside on the back patio, a mug of coffee in my hand, letting the stillness of the day settle in. A lizard darted across the warm stone, pausing in the sunlight. Birds sang in the trees, their songs drifting lazily over the yard. The world felt simple… yet, in that moment, I couldn’t shake a thought that hit me harder than I expected:
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