Keeper Of The Lost Cities Series Novels & Stories

Bound. "Shouldn’t I be the one asking you that,? But since you asked so nicely, I am the guardian of this room.? His smile widened. “I’m the Keeper of these records,” he said calmly, taking a step closer. “Sworn to protect the truth. And punish those who dare unearth it.” My pulse spiked. So this is how Kairos kept his secrets buried he assigned a guardian. One tied by blood or vow… or worse, by magic. “I was just cleaning,” I lied, feigning innocence.

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.”

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."

He clawed at his cheeks, skin and flesh lifting beneath his nails like the peel from rotten fruit. "Keep back!" He yelled madly as someone rushed to help. His eyes already unable to make out more than an outline. "I ain't living like this!" He shoved the figure back and threw himself against the rail, toppling into the grip of the writhing waters. Under the blue a shadow, large as Leviathan, began to approach. ---- Screams echoed. The dead impatient in the city began to search elsewhere. Their instincts to feed were far greater than the will to obey their summoner and any open door or weakened entrance was their salvation.

But I tore my attention away and checked the next on the pile. Primogentius; The creation, was slightly thicker with a picture of what I assumed was the original Primogentius and again I found myself eager to open the book and start reading. Primogentius; Requirements of a secret city apparently detailed all of the work that was required to keep the city running, the thick book was a lot less enticing, but I expected that it would answer a lot of my questions.

“What the hell is Mr. Apion hiding in his workplace that needs to be guarded round the clock?” “Ancient artifacts?” “Million-dollar diamonds?” He fires a line of questions that I simply can’t answer. “Still think I’m being paranoid about them?” A sense of achievement rings in his tone. “These people are hiding something big.” “Whatever it is, we’re going to find out.” I say and look down to switch my flashlight back on. Then a realisation taps at my mind’s shoulder to remind me that I have no idea where our rooms are. And more pressingly, how to return to them.

After my sister-in-law Lydia had my brother Caleb's kidney removed and spent three years draining his blood, he escaped back to our hometown barely alive. He lay on a bed at the clinic, holding my hand tight as he said, "Noah, don't go after them. You can't afford to cross Lydia's family." Three days later, he died in my arms. I buried him on the hillside behind the town, under the old oak tree he had loved to climb as a child. On the seventh day after I buried him, a black Maybach stopped at the edge of town. Lydia got out with a frail man who looked like he could fall over at any time. She stood outside my house's door and looked at me. "Noah, where's your brother? Tell him to come o

His eyes darkened instantly as they raked over me—taking in the vibrating toy, the cum leaking out around it, the wrecked state of my hole. “Couldn’t even wait till tomorrow, huh?” His voice was low, dangerous, that accent that never fail to turn me on thick with lust. He stepped inside and locked the door properly behind him. “I came back for my wallet I left in the store and the spare key… but looks like I found something better.”

She wrote: "My loving Papa, I have safely arrived, and Rome is big and exciting! The buildings of the Roman Forum and the Imperial Palace are vast. Uncle Titus let me visit his library the first day I arrived. I was so happy to view all the great works of the Ancient Greek poets and philosophers. Of course, he has the writings of the Roman men throughout the century. The orations of Cicero, the sagas of Ovid, and so many others that I cannot remember all their names! I was given a tutor, a man, but he's not like my Jessa. Please convey how much I miss her, and I search for her litter every day! I'm not sad in Rome, Papa. I miss you and Jessa immensely, and Rome is incomplete with you both! B

“But this is worse than I thought.” The battle was fierce but brief. When the last of the dissenters fell, Lucan surveyed the scene grimly. “They’re not just holding onto the past,” he said. “They’re trying to bring it back.” The implications were chilling. The Keeper was gone, but his shadow lingered, threatening to rise again through those who refused to let him go. --- In the rumbles, Lena and her friends found a secret hoard of sinister relics buried deep in the city. The artifacts were a clear reminder of the Keeper's lasting impact, pulsing with a subtle, evil energy.