Keeper Of The Lost Cities Fanfiction นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I would rather you fall in love with a random stranger than go back to that monster. "Then what do you want me to do, Lena? Wait for him? I don't have that kind of patience! I don't have the patience to wait until 'who knows when' for Kaelen to admit the truth!" 'He’s just scared, Jess. You think it's easy? You’re a human, you see the bond and you accept it. But for him, he thinks it’s a crime. He thinks it’s impossible for a guard to love a Princess.'

Alistair commanded, voice low and dangerous. “She was a hunter like you,” Kael said, his voice stronger but bitter. “Not Crimson Claw, but the other group, the ones who want that journal.” He nodded at the book in Liora’s hand. “She was a Keeper, guarding old secrets and ways. But she learned her group was corrupt. They didn’t want to protect knowledge, they used it to control people, turning old powers into weapons. She found out and stole the one thing they needed to finish their work.”

the keeper said as he walks round Nina "From the cruel death of your parents to your forceful marriage and finally to your mate's rejection" He shakes his head "That is really terrible for someone so beautiful and sweet like you,dear" he tucks her hair behind her ears,Nina moves away. Aiden's eyes becomes red "How did you..know all this?" Nina questioned Alicia shakes her head "Nina,he is the keeper of the place you're in.Do not listen to him.He will take control of your soul and you will not be able to leave!" The man stares at the air and then back to Nina

Names of wolves who’d died binding things she’d never heard of. The Moonstone in her chest resonated with every word. On the third night, the Keeper brought her to the top of the tower. Below, the city glowed with quiet light. Alive again. *This is what happens when oaths are kept,* the Keeper said. *It is fragile. It is worth it.* Aria looked out over the city. “Why show me this now?” *Because you are tired,* the Keeper said simply. *And you think you are alone.*

He said nothing else, no matter how I pressed him, only repeating that he had already told me more than he should have. I let him go, though the word refused to leave my thoughts long after he'd left. Keepers. Not a title I recognized from any record I'd ever read, and I had read most of what my father left behind. Whoever they were, they had survived in the shadows of a kingdom I believed I ruled completely. Seraphina's POV>>>>>>>> I waited until I was alone to take the note from where I'd hidden it, tucked inside the lining of my jewelry box. I read it again, the same six words I'd already read a dozen times.

It was the time where Aphrodite, his first love had disappeared just like what the oracle stated, and he doesn’t get a positive energy in this shitty book. How could he not believe what his uncle just said? When he know that Roswell Fletcher is the tenth city's king? A city full of guards and wise in mind controlling. The tenth and last city of the realm. The city of ‘Guardians'.

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."

Enemies of Altera have never gotten the chance to step beyond the valley of red roses, how could they when it was guarded by the most beautiful seductress who not only had beauty as her backing but was also blessed with the powers of seduction, no man she has ever laid hands on has ever left to tell the story. ‘’I would say, you are beginning to be childish but Keeper we both know you are not as young as you claim to be, if I am not mistaken you are just as ancient as I am, but I have a host who is pure and so young, I get the chance to change the host and still stay beautiful, so tell me when was the last time you left you harem of thousands of men, and travel the world?’’ Keeper gritted he

Not a god. A child. A quiet child sitting beneath a sky full of stars. Alone. “I was lonely,” the First Dreamer whispered. “So I imagined someone who would remember every story I could not bear to lose.” The Keeper's voice followed. And I remembered. Ama felt tears fill her eyes. The lonely Keeper. The guardian of forgotten possibilities. It had never been a jailer. It had simply been keeping a promise. The older Ama looked toward the silver light. “You were supposed to stop me.”

My whitened, trembling skin was traced by his fingertips. Desire flared, but with it came a sudden shame—I turned my face away from his kiss. "Joe, you should go." His hot sweat dropped onto my brow; his breath warmed my ear. "Don't be afraid." His nose nuzzled my face, and his kisses crashed over me. "Stop, the heat is passing." I pushed at him, wanting him to halt. He let out a low chuckle, pressing a warm fingertip to my lips. His voice was a husky, intimate tease. "Have you forgotten my lineage already?"