In The Lost Lands Novels & Stories

“I can’t feel my legs, and I don’t know where I am! It hurts! Everything hurts!” Jackson held me tighter, feeling my pain pierce through his own defenses. “I know it feels overwhelming right now, princess, but we’ll find a way to bring your wolf back. You’re not lost, Tisha. You’re right here, and I’ll help you remember.” Time slipped away as he held me, the outside world fading into a distant hum. Slowly, my cries softened, the tension in my body easing under the comforting rhythm of his heartbeat. “I’m scared,” I whispered against him, my voice raw.

Ji’lahni, Mina, Lynn, lucky, Charms, Ula, Montego, and Dyelon: continued: “You see the golden lights around everyone, those are the works of the King of Kings. You will be able to do the same thing one day really soon.” Ula said, as Lucky pulled her daughter away from Ula not sure what the lady was doing to her daughter but she didn’t like it. “Ula can you please tell us where we are and how far are we away from the lost underground city of Edinburgh.” Lucky asked Ula who turned to her still smiling. “You’re in the Derwin woods, the Lost city isn’t a place anyone would like to go and survive. Going there would be a mistake that a lot of people have made and has never been seen again. Why ar

She scoured ancient texts and scrolls, searching for any hint of forgotten power or hidden strength. Hours passed, and Lola's eyes burned from reading by candlelight. Just as she was about to give up, she stumbled upon a dusty, leather-bound tome. The title faded, but she could make out the words "Beast of Gévaudan." Her heart raced as she flipped through the pages, reading about an ancient and powerful creature that once terrorized the lands. The spells within promised immense strength and near invincibility, but they also carried dire warnings of the cost.

A confident grin played on Josh's lips as he observed the amused murmurs coming from the crowd, as they thought he had lost. Josh was eager to witness their reaction once he shattered their assumptions. It was evident that they all presumed him to have lost the bet, and it was a predictable conclusion given their ignorance of his wealth. Their disdain for him made them blind to everything it seemed. Because it wasn't that hard for someone to realize that this wasn't the same Josh they knew.

It was then her Journey began. In the time of the forgotten epochs, the time when the world had a tapestry of unexplored wonders. A place called the River Lands emerged from the embrace of early chaos and it was an era when the celestial spheres aligned in patterns that were unknown to mortals and the currents of magic coalesced to birth a realm that defied the boundaries of conventional existence, a realm that was set to be unknown mostly to mortals.

How, she had no idea, but she had spent last two hours being hunted by a da,mn chopper and cars. She stood up after a minute and started walking. It was dark. She had no idea where she was, and now that she had no car and only her bag, she was lost to them. it was good. She will find a way. She could only see her feet and kept walking. They were jelly now. It was hard to take steps, but there was no way back. All of a sudden, two bright lights blinded her. She shielded her eyes and tried to adjust to the brightness.

Death was already taking hold when the world exploded in light. Now, the clearing glows faintly gold and silver, shimmering like a dream that hasn’t faded yet. For a heartbeat, I don’t move. Maybe I’m not alive. Maybe this is what comes after… the space between worlds that people talk about, where lost wolves walk before the moon calls them home. The air feels too soft, too still. No pain, no breath, just light.

Then he began. "Wolves did not always exist," he said. His voice had shifted into something older and more deliberate, the voice of a man reaching back across a very long distance. "What we are — every pack, every bloodline, every child born under the moon — began with a single tribe. A people who could work magic in an age when magic was still a living thing in the world. We understood things about the earth and the moon that others had already forgotten." He paused. "So they hunted us. Called us cursed. Burned us." Celeste's hands stilled in her lap.

He was impatient and acted with an urgency that Elaina understood. They flew for hours across lands that had long been forgotten and territories untouched by time. Then the landscape began to change to dry broken land with the scars of destruction still evident in it. It was the deep parts of the forgotten lands, the cradle flames kingdom was just at the edge as they were the guardians of the forgotten lands. Elaina looked in awe at the terrain below. It felt like she could see the destruction of the area as fresh as yesterday. The earth was black and the remnants of structures long destroyed and halfway covered by sand. There were no single animal life or trees, it almost looked like a dese

We ran until our lungs gave out. The last of Warborn’s warding stones shattered behind us, magic crackling in our wake like dying stars. What lay ahead wasn’t sanctuary—it was worse. The trees grew too tall, too twisted. The canopy devoured the moonlight whole. The Forbidden Lands. A place older than the war. A place even the wolves feared to tread. Lucian staggered to a stop beside a crumbled stone marker covered in vines and bone dust. He didn’t speak—just listened.