Keeper Of The Lost Cities Series Novels & Stories

The city lights dimmed. The alarms echoed endlessly. Then she looked at them. Not as strangers. Not as successors. As heirs. Then she whispered: "I'm running out of time." The meaning hit everyone instantly. The First Guardian wasn't merely protecting the seal. She was the seal. And if she failed...... the Legacy would be free. Then suddenly...... a deafening roar erupted from beneath the city. The ground split open. A massive wave of crimson energy shot upward from the depths. The entire Lost City shook.

“But time has a way of reminding people what really matters.” He nods, gathering his things. “Let’s hope so. For now, try not to blow up my lab while I’m gone.” “No promises,” I say dryly, and his laughter follows him out the door. I move to the other desk, where my laptop is already open. A series of digital images fill the screen, scans sent by one of Josh’s archivists from his pack’s private library. The Book of First Light. The oldest surviving text on celestial beings. I can’t believe I’m even considering this as a possibility, but I’m out of ideas at this point.

“Do you guys have an alpha you answer to? Or a pack? How come I haven’t met anyone else yet?” Luke, looking both exasperated and offended, scoffed. “You have to stop thinking of us like some rabid pack of werewolves that you see in the media. We are not dogs. Ugh, and Alphas? Seriously?” Laura scrunched her nose, though she at least tried to hide her annoyance. “We don’t have ‘packs.’ We’re a sophisticated society with small colonies. Matriarchal ones, to be precise.” Her voice was calm and measured, a stark contrast to her brother's. “We follow a set of rules, and when someone deviates, Nundas like Luke and I are there to discipline them. We come from a long, proud French line that once pro

Finally, they dumped my barely conscious body into the smelly gutter behind the hotel. "Ha, you pathetic loser!" one of them spat. "You think you can fight Mr. Xander for the family inheritance?" The other added, "Yeah, what a joke! You belong in the gutter." The bodyguards cursed as they walked away. Just then, the sky opened up, and a thunderstorm began, as if nature itself wanted to shatter all the fake promises. I lay there, crying in the pouring rain. "Why, God? What did I do wrong for you to do this to me?"

It has an ornate metal clasp on the front which locks the pages giving the illusion of it being a box. I run my fingers over the clasp and it clicks open. I feel my wolf push to the front of my mind but I'm so engrossed in the book I hardly even notice. I open the cover carefully and look at it. On the inscription page is some writing and a hand drawn picture of a wolf in black ink. I read the inscription out loud. 'Journal of Lycius 1800AD' "Where does it say that?" Hunter says looking over my shoulder.

"I was supposed to go to Vegas for vacation…. if I don't come back, Aunt Rachel will be worried." He shook his head. "Not to worry. She's here with us. After your brother found you, I went and found her. And your daughter. I guess that explains why you've stayed safe for all of these years. You found your mate. He's done a good job protecting you and your daughter from other packs." I clenched my jaw. "No, I'm not with Mason Crescent. I don't have a mate." Barrett raised an eyebrow. "But you have a child. And I know for a fact that Harper is Masons daughter. Your friends with his sister, aren't you? And Rachel is working for his company?"

Surely? “The Magoses of the great metropolises each preserved parts of their home. What you know now as the Lost Cities.” Around them the glamour began to shimmer and fade. The smoking ruins of the great metropolises sank beneath the desert sands and fell away until there was only cloud. “By the time the war was over, there was only desert left. Idixat, Itoulp, Isfan, Oren—these all were built hundreds of years after the wars.” “Astrapi,” she said. “How old are you?” He was describing events that he had lived through. Events of which there was no trace, not even legends, in her world. He may be hundreds, even thousands of years old.

He looked like something that had once been human but had long since forgotten how to be. “You,” he rasped, staring at me. “You carry the Guardian’s mark.” I swallowed hard. “Who are you?” The creature’s gaze flickered to the book. “The last Keeper of the Forgotten.” The room shuddered, as if the very walls recognized his words. Lena took a cautious step forward. “And what, exactly, were you forgotten by?” A twisted smile spread across his ruined face. “By time. By history. By those who wished to erase what I know.” His gaze fixed on me again. “You seek answers. But are you prepared to bear the weight of truth?”

Even though I was born a girl, it didn't stop him from including me in all sorts of adventures, most of which were considered 'unlady-like'. Unfortunately, there was no more project funding for his future research, so we both settled into a dull existence in America. Dad worked at a small museum. He didn't mind it though and always quoted Bukowski's words, 'Find what you love and let it kill you.' Then just out of the blue, my father got a phone call from his old friend, who sent him some documents on a rare find from a medieval city — famously known as Angkor City. Before I knew it, we ended up at the Phnom Penh International Airport three days later.

“The people have even started to blame the mages. They are starting to believe what they hear from the other cities, that somehow it is them that is bringing the evil down upon us. My lead Mage is gone and my other mages who are now overwhelmed with keeping the spirits and creatures in check. That is why I don’t have a mage guard. I don’t have enough mages.” “What you are suggesting is not the answer.” “Consider this. My lead mage is gone. There is no medium between me and my Guardian, and I have never seen him this angry. If it continues my city will be the next abandoned. “Do you know the history of these two cities Lord Fuller. The Abandoned city’s guardian is your guardian’s wife. How an