Keeper Of The Lost Cities Fitz Novels & Stories

She can never forgive herself if one of them gets hurt. "I've already given you so many chances, but what did you do? You let yourself get eaten by your jealousy towards your brothers and Stuart. Your greediness towards their money and wealth destroyed the years of friendship and brotherhood between you and them!! These boys… they're your own flesh and blood… why won't you believe that? I know you secretly took a DNA test so why are you still denying them?"

Pain exploded in his ribs, but he forced himself up. He had one chance. One moment. One opportunity to show the city that he was its true caretaker—not its ruler, not its tyrant, but its guardian. He pressed both hands to the cracked asphalt. The crown key vibrated violently in his pocket. Then he spoke—not to Vex, not to Wolf, not even to Luca. “I hear you,” he said, voice booming over the chaos. “I see you. I protect you!” The city answered. Lights flickered, systems stabilised briefly, barricades shifted subtly to protect civilians, and fires sputtered but didn’t spread.

“Queen of the Ashes. Heir of the Forgotten Goddess.” Elara closed her eyes. For the first time, she did not deny. She did not flee. She accepted. The flames wrapped around her, and the ruins trembled with awakening power. ---

Eden asked. Her father didn’t hesitate. “There’s a name. Ilya Buresh. Former Core analyst turned fixer. He disappeared after Lucien’s collapse, but his name just resurfaced in a coded transmission routed through Zurich. If anyone knows where Valeska is, it’s him.” Roman raised an eyebrow. “We going to Zurich?” Her father handed them both a dossier. “You are. I can’t be seen near any of the European networks. Too many old ghosts.”

You know the Fosters. Everyone does. From the beautiful Victorian on the bend. A stone’s throw from the canal. Damon was a policeman, back in the day. Discharged on pension. Went on to become a cardiologist—best one within a reasonable drive. I hear they pay him a fortune.

💥 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.

"How far is it?" Corin considered. "By the old road?" He pointed into the darkness. "About a day." Then he looked toward the broken sections. "The way it is now?" A pause. The old Watchkeeper smiled faintly. "Longer." Of course. Nothing about forgotten cities was ever convenient. The Wayfinder remained docked beside the station while preparations began. Not because we expected danger. Because exploring a lost city built by ancient road-builders seemed like the sort of activity that benefited from preparation.

“…An honor?” For a moment, he thought he had misheard. Nobody ever spoke to him like that. Not in his world. Inside the Hayes mansion, he was called useless. A burden. A mistake. Honor didn’t belong anywhere near his name. He let out a short, bitter breath. “If this is some kind of joke, I’m not interested.” “This is not a joke, sir,” The voice replied immediately. “My name is Victor Hale. I am the chief steward of the Cross family.”

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.

When Coco saw that her brother was still unable to fully contain his hatred, she gave it a thought before saying quietly, "You want revenge, right? There's still a way. Even if we can't make our moves directly, we can make someone else do it. "I heard that the Lost City's Knights Templar has sent an envoy to Grand City, who'll be arriving this afternoon. Because of what happened with Hawk, Harvey and Lost City are already at odds. A little nudge here and there, and they'll be at each other's throats in no time!"