Keeper Of The Lost Cities Series Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Yes, he works at the beach" "Well, this man died on the day you were at the beach. He was killed by some animals" "Animals? There was no sign of animals there at the beach" she said. "So did everyone say. For now, stay away from Crystal water beach. Thank you" they said and walked out of the principal's office. "This is weird" Emma murmured. . Elon walked around the city. He was with his Omega. He just realized that he's on earth. It was different from their world where the day and night differs.

They did not have any problem with his reign since it was his last year, a few months after, he was replaced by the current Magic King. But both the former King, my father and the other King, weakened so much. The restoring of earth's balance took all their magic. The other King died and my father's magic was lost. He was devastated at first but the entire Kingdom acknowledged his braveness and sacrifice, my father accepted things. He was soon relieved that he was able to help planet earth.

And then looked at the fire crackling in front of them. “When the civilizations where young, the Lord of the Heavens chose three gifted humans to protect the chamber of knowledge and history. He chose them not because of their lineage but because for their specific gifts. One could summon any creature, both magical and mythical, another could make the elements stopped as if he lorded it while another controls the elements. They’re called the guardians. Their purpose is to protect the secrets which lies inside the Chamber and only them could access it.” “Why so, mama?” she inquired as she inched closer to her mother.

Soren replied quietly and he added something else but it was too low for me to hear him so I quickly ran after the Nisse who was a little far from me and was waiting patiently. I tried to shut out the conversation I just heard that was clearly about me and not meant for my ears but I couldn’t. Sorens liked me and I didn’t like him that way. I was going to hurt his feelings and maybe lose one of my only friends here. ******** “My queen, is there something I did wrong?” Sorens asked me as I peered into the scrolls in front of me covered with dust, they were written on with a foreign language but that was not the problem I was having, the problem I was having was that most of the words were was

💥 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.

is my next question. "There is a traitor. And not just in the city. In the royal palace itself. Only a handful of royals and servants know the location of the source of the underground river. So when people in the city began dying of the plague, we sent scouts to the spring. They found carcasses from a herd of dead, diseased cows floating." Anthrax!

No one dared to act rashly. It had been a long time since the Novem Skies had produced a new god of war. That was why things had ended up like this. Just as the situation fell into a stalemate, my wife and sister-in-law arrived. My wife was Nerissa Loden, and she was the goddess of water. My sister-in-law, Aurelia Ignis, was the goddess of fire. The moment I saw them, I subconsciously tightened my clenched fists, while Noctis' gaze turned icy.

“They were silver. Completely silver.” A warrior swore under his breath. Dorian’s expression darkened. “Are you sure?” I nodded. His jaw tightened, his face unreadable. “What does it mean?” I pressed. Dorian glanced at the other warriors before motioning for them to clear the room. When we were alone, he leaned in slightly. “There’s only one kind of werewolf with fully silver eyes,” he said quietly. “A Shadowborn.” My blood ran cold. I had heard the stories. Whispers of an ancient bloodline, wolves who weren’t just strong but unnatural. Faster, deadlier. Some said they were created through dark magic. Others that they were cursed.