Novel & Cerita Keeper Of The Lost Cities Fanfiction

My body which was once weak suddenly felt refreshed as I walked toward the city, this was going to be a new start. I was getting closer and closer to the city but Anya wasn't getting better instead she got weaker and she suddenly passed out, panic built up in my chest as I quickly got closer to the city in search of help. "Please stay with, Anya." I pleaded to try my best to stay positive that she would be fine, we've both come a long way for us to give up in the middle of nowhere. As I got closer to the city I saw some patrolling guards and smiled as we got nearer….. We were going to be saved.

As my sobs turn to slight catches he speaks, tries to explain his plan to me. "You betrayed me, Luna. And by betraying me, you betrayed the cartel," he says, kissing the back of my neck. "This is an undeniable fact. I may forgive your action, I may understand why you did what you did, but it won't ever go away. You can't go back to your life the way it was. You should be dead right now." A tiny sob escapes my throat before I can call it back. I tip my head into the floor pressing my cheek against the wood. He keeps touching me though I don't want him to. "I can't kill you and I won't allow anyone else to do it. So I'll do the next best thing. I'll keep you here, hidden away, forever."

As the darkness swallowed her whole, Sarah managed one last thought: she should have trusted her instincts. =========+========+========+========+========+========+========+======== ONLY IF FOR A NIGHT As Jackie was getting ready for the night, her mind drifted to thoughts of how she’s been buried deep in the trenches of grief after the death of her mom for the past few years. Through university, she drowned herself in textbooks, losing herself in the words until they twisted and blurred into an unreadable mess. Nights bled into one another, spent in clubs and strangers’ beds, chasing something she couldn’t even name, anything to numb the ache of loss. It was a cruel, endless cycle, one that

💥 Silver light flooded the room. Everyone turned. And froze. 😨 A figure stepped inside. A familiar figure. Tall. Covered in silver armor. Ancient symbols glowing across his chest. ✨ The Keeper. 💀 But something was different. Very different. His armor was cracked. His face pale. His eyes filled with urgency. 🌙 “The city is falling.” ⸻ 🌙 The Crack In The Sky Outside— The giant crack above the Forgotten World continued growing. 🌌 Reality itself was tearing apart.

“Scholars who ask the wrong questions get locked out. Or worse.” Isabelle opened the folio slowly. Inside: faded illustrations of rituals, firelit gatherings, a sigil that matched the locket’s flame-and-thorn motif. She looked up. “The Keeper of Ashes is a society of women… but this—this is something older.” He nodded. “The Keepers weren’t just guardians. They were conduits. Protectors of something ancient. Something the city tried to erase.” She stared at the last page. A prophecy. “When the embers stir in a daughter’s veins,

She felt like she'd been destroyed, like her heart had been ripped out of her chest. Aria's tears slowed, replaced by a deep sadness. "What about the connection we felt when we first met?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. Ryker laughed. "Wait, you must be joking," he said, his eyes mocking. "You really thought I wanted you to be my mate?" Aria's face fell, her eyes widening in shock.

But she is a welcome fucking addition that both Titan and I enjoy. When I got back to Katrina's, she was sitting in the living room across from a man dressed in all black with a hood over his head. It was clear he didn't want to be seen or recognized. "Ramses, this is Thayne, he is the last Keeper besides myself." She said. I nodded to him and took a seat next to Katrina, putting my hand on her leg as they spoke.

He kept his gaze fixed out the window, watching the city blur past, but his body remembered everything: the way Nikolai had looked at him as children, the protective shadow he’d cast, the way that protection had twisted into something deeper, more complicated, over the years. Classes passed in a disorienting blur. Lectures on literature and history faded into background noise while Arlo’s thoughts kept drifting back to the penthouse. Kevin texted twice—apologies mixed with casual invitations to hang out and “talk things through.” Arlo read the messages but didn’t reply. Not yet. He wasn’t ready to explain any of this, least of all to Kevin.

I didn’t even think that I would see Brooklyn after we graduated college. But then Vegas happened…and Harper…and I found out the truth about who I really was. The universe had made us for each other. Without the other, we would die. As long as we lived near each other, Mason would survive. Wouldn’t he? I didn’t have to try and go back down that road. Mason Crescent had given me hope only to take it from me again. Could I really let him do that once more? This time, it was twice as complicated as it had been before. I had so much more to lose.

Maya's fingers trace lazy patterns on his forearm, following the path of old scars. "I thought I'd lost you forever," he says quietly. "When you disappeared. When I couldn't find you. I thought that was it. That I'd spend the rest of my life wondering what I did wrong." Maya turns in his arms, her hand coming up to his face. "You didn't do anything wrong. I was trying to protect you. From the Council, from your family, from the choice I knew you'd make if you found out about Ivy." "I would have chosen you," he says. "Both of you. Every time."