Keeper Of The Lost Cities Books Novels & Stories

It has an ornate metal clasp on the front which locks the pages giving the illusion of it being a box. I run my fingers over the clasp and it clicks open. I feel my wolf push to the front of my mind but I'm so engrossed in the book I hardly even notice. I open the cover carefully and look at it. On the inscription page is some writing and a hand drawn picture of a wolf in black ink. I read the inscription out loud. 'Journal of Lycius 1800AD' "Where does it say that?" Hunter says looking over my shoulder.

Beside the harp stood a figure, her form fluid, constantly shifting between a young maiden, a mature woman, and an elderly sage. "I am Aeliana," she intoned, her voice an echo of ages past and futures untold. "Keeper of Time and Guardian of the Nexus. You have arrived at a pivotal moment." Eryx, stepping forward, inquired, "Pivotal for us or for the city?" Aeliana, her gaze piercing through the veils of time, replied, "Both. The Lost City exists in all moments simultaneously. By defending its heart, you've created ripples through time. Choices made here can reshape destinies."

They barely knew each other, but he never wanted to be separated from her. They stepped into his room, the door closing softly behind them. Shaun watched his mate glide around his almost bare room, looking around. Her eyes stopped on two large drawings on the wall. Both were cities from a view that encompassed the entire city. The first one was the Nightstar Pack. The other was a city in snow-capped mountains. She looked at him, questioning him with her eyes. “It’s the two places I can call home. I drew the first view I had of Nightstar; the other is the last view I had of my original home.” “You drew them?”

And not just because Mama had said so. I stalked off, turning South, with Silver Waters' territory on my right, and Crimson Forest's on my left, knowing that I'd eventually reach somewhere that belonged to neither. Somewhere warmer. Probably one of those chaotic, noisy, overcrowded human cities that they all talked about with such derision. "Ava!" Tyler called, sounding hurt, but I raised my middle finger over my shoulder, and didn't bother turning back.

"You were dead." The next trouble waited until everyone was tired before showing its teeth. In the First Gate, symbols had weight. It made the temple smaller, not larger, because every new rule had to fit inside a room full of frightened people. The cold incense smoke pressed against every window while wet footsteps marked the next turn of the case. Nothing about the Final Gate War felt clean. It felt like another emergency arriving before the last one had been wiped off the stones. "A recurring inconvenience." The archive seals spun around him. Each seal held a name: forgotten gods, unpaid dead, broken vows, erased children, districts swallowed by the first apocalypse wave.

Kael looked out the window, toward the dark, jagged peaks of the Northern Mountains. “The Moonstone,” he said. “The Lost Gem of the Ancients.” He turned back to her. The grief was gone. The Alpha was back. “It’s a myth. A legend lost for three hundred years. But it’s the only thing strong enough to ground a White Wolf.” Kael wiped the blood from Leo’s lip with his thumb. “Pack your gear, Phoenix. We aren’t hiding anymore.” He stood up, gold eyes blazing with a desperate, terrifying resolve. “We’re going to find the lost city. And God help anyone who stands in our way.”

Frustration slowly built inside him. Then—His hand froze as he eyes caught thw sight of a symbol. A circle surrounded by thirteen crescent moons. The exact same symbol from Ashbourne Academy and the exact same symbol from his vision. Draven immediately pulled the book free and dust exploded into the air. The title was faded which most of the pages were damaged but one section remained readable. His eyes scanned rapidly, then stopped. "The Keepers." His heart skipped and slowly, he continued reading. The Keepers were not a pack, nor were they rogues.

Then, trying to not cry, I don the heavy bronze helmet; a little snug on my head. At least it is not too big. I walk away from Adrexa and head to the front door. I glance at everything around me one more time because I know this palace and the city will be destroyed by the Greeks and nothing will bring back the beauty and splendor of Troy again. I return my focus to my mission when I step into the foyer and open the enormous, ornate wooden double door. I need to find Braxius and then get the fuck out of here before all hell really breaks loose!

The survivors nearby watched nervously. Waiting. Hoping Renn would explain. Instead he whispered a single sentence. "The legends were true." A knot formed in my stomach. "What legends?" Renn stared toward the distant horizon. Toward the thirteen rising fortresses. Toward the giants awakening beneath the earth. "The Keeper." The word carried weight. Ancient weight. "What keeper?" The old scholar swallowed. "The Keeper of the Key." The world seemed to grow colder. Even the fire beside us dimmed slightly. As though reality itself was listening.

In a world filled with magic and mystery, there lives a group of friends. They're not happy individuals, especially given the fact that they're mistreated everyday by their peers as well as others around them. One day everything changes, the saviour of Magicia has come back, 2 years they've been gone, but if they're back on this planet what does that mean for everyone living there? What happened for the saviour to come back? Is it about the mysterious disappearances? Or is it about the giant chasm that opened up in a forest near town? Transported through time and space from earth, connected by a thread of fate, what adventures await this weary traveler next?