Keepers Of The Lost Cities Novels & Stories

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?”

Luca taunted. Malakai eyed Jonah and Alaric before stepping forward. "We need to form a team of vigilantes to save those who can't save themselves." Asa shook his head. "No, we are not looking to play the hero." "Oh, really. So what are you doing all this for." Asa fell silent "Exactly, we need you just as much as you need us. There is a place far beyond your imagination, right below your nose." "Hidden City. A haven for the lost, broken, and forgotten. It's where the abused become strong, the outcasted are wanted, and hope for mankind is revived. Blah, blah, blah. I've been there a few times."

If Mira heard their screams and howls of twenty-five years ago when we're privileged to just sit in the orphanage…, this time, it would be worse. Gabriel won't stop, Hayley and Carter too. They're drowned already by greed, blocked every sanity and dignity that remained in them. They won't stop. Yes, The same way I won't till I get over it. It wouldn't be history, same way it won't be interesting if the truth is kept locked. Somebody must discover it. Should that person be me..? Then I am ready to put an end to it all.

And not just because Mama had said so. I stalked off, turning South, with Silver Waters' territory on my right, and Crimson Forest's on my left, knowing that I'd eventually reach somewhere that belonged to neither. Somewhere warmer. Probably one of those chaotic, noisy, overcrowded human cities that they all talked about with such derision. "Ava!" Tyler called, sounding hurt, but I raised my middle finger over my shoulder, and didn't bother turning back.

"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.

Jyden grinned at me. How's everybody? Grams, gramps, mom, and dad? Oh, my Lord what about Mac, Bea, and D? I panicked. Calm down they’re all fine. They got to safety. Bea is a little freaked out but she's good. He told me helping me out of the out of the safe house. I could hear the quiet sobs as we made our way to the pack house. People were scurrying around helping to find those that were missing or injured. Warriors were removing and counting bodies in human and animal forms. Did we lose anyone? I quietly asked. No lives lost for us just some minor injuries. All lives lost are from the rogues. Dammitt. I said under my breath, I know they’re rogues but I don't want any lives lost rogue or

Not loudly. But as though several versions of her were speaking at once. Elaine’s heart broke. “Come to me.” Clara tried to move. She couldn’t. Something invisible held her in place. Adrian stepped forward. “Let her go.” The Keeper shook his head. “She’s holding them together.” “Them?” He pointed toward the sky. The first crack opened. A city appeared inside it. Not their city. Another one. People walked along streets that Elaine recognized but had never seen.

I coldly asked Serene, "Did you ever love me?" She was stunned. Instead of answering me, she replied with a question of her own. "If I didn't love you, why would I share the same bed with you for eight years? You're a grown man, Joseph. Stop being so fussy. "I've ordered artificial kidneys for you. The doctor said that if the operation goes well, you can live longer. Come with me." Disappointment shone in my eyes. "What if it fails? I'll die right away, right? Serene, spare me. I only want to regain my freedom before I die."

They were met not by an army, but by a single figure—an Architect whose form was a chaotic whirlwind of half-finished sketches and vibrating geometry. "You think you’ve won a war for freedom," the Architect spoke, its voice a cacophony of overlapping timelines. "You think the Keepers were your jailers. You naive, beautiful accidents." "The Keepers were a Muzzle," the Architect continued, waving a hand toward a holographic projection of the Mosaic-World. "They were the ones keeping the Forge from noticing you. By killing the Auditor-General, you didn't break a lock—you rang a dinner bell." The Renegade Agenda

The survivors nearby watched nervously. Waiting. Hoping Renn would explain. Instead he whispered a single sentence. "The legends were true." A knot formed in my stomach. "What legends?" Renn stared toward the distant horizon. Toward the thirteen rising fortresses. Toward the giants awakening beneath the earth. "The Keeper." The word carried weight. Ancient weight. "What keeper?" The old scholar swallowed. "The Keeper of the Key." The world seemed to grow colder. Even the fire beside us dimmed slightly. As though reality itself was listening.