Novel & Cerita Keepers Of The Lost Cities

'The late princess was a cruel ruler and when she passed away, she refused to leave the power and threatened to destroy the kingdom, In order to keep her silent, my father; the king and the wolves decided to let her rule the night while we rule the day' 'The wolves?' I furrow my eyebrows. 'Yes, the wolves are our justice. I'm sure you met them already. They help us take important decisions that can affect the heritage of the kingdom' 'They didn't seem welcoming' jessica said with an annoyed tone. 'That's for your good. The longer you stay here, the you in this universe will face trouble and it may so happen that the two souls can murge and case an adverse reaction. Your personalities may con

" Anastasia ignored Davis's calls and walked to the laundry room. She groaned at the amount of dirty clothes she has to wash. "Seriously!" |•THE COUNCIL ROOM•| "Spies have seen invaders trying to break through the borderlands." Columbus, the Grand Duke said, staring deep at Prince Kai as he played with the gold bar in his hands. "When is this?" Prince Kai asked, leaning back on his royal seat. "This very morning and speaking of borderlands, My prince, the Killians are trying claim it." Grand Duke answered. "Claim it?"

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.

“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 angry will he become then? Would you call me back to kill your Guardian as well? How much would you pay me then while you watch history repeat itself as your Guardian goes on its own cleansing rampage?” “You are the most powerful mage in the land, do this for me. I will double the reward. Triple it if you disagree with me further.” “Where are you getting the reward money Lord Fuller and the and resources

That was how Aslo knew there were humans. “How long?” Silence fell across the men “They were never truly gone, as far as I am aware they live underground and have created massive cities” There were gasps across the table and everyone was feeling the same thing, how had we all missed it.

“You became worse than them.” The stranger laughed softly. “Did I?” The sound was bitter. “You all call yourselves protectors because you hide your sins inside memories.” He looked around the chamber. “Look at this city.” His voice rose. “Everyone here was erased because someone decided they were inconvenient.” Celine felt a chill. The stranger pointed toward the hidden city. “You call this place a sanctuary.” He looked back at the Keeper. “I call it a graveyard for forgotten choices.” Seraphine tightened her grip on her staff.

Kids were pointing. The names of the forgotten keepers were filling the artificial heavens. Nera began to cry. "They remember." Lina looked at Elias. "No." She smiled faintly. "We remember." --- The city exploded in sound. Not celebration. Mourning. People gathered and repeated the names. Families said them together. Kids learned them. The eighth world had remembered its first keepers and the source responded. The ground vibrated. The sky brightened. The three line symbol appeared above the city along with the keepers mark.

💥 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.

“Scholars who ask the wrong questions get locked out. Or worse.” Isabelle opened the folio slowly. Inside: faded illustrations of rituals, firelit gatherings, a sigil that matched the locket’s flame-and-thorn motif. She looked up. “The Keeper of Ashes is a society of women… but this—this is something older.” He nodded. “The Keepers weren’t just guardians. They were conduits. Protectors of something ancient. Something the city tried to erase.” She stared at the last page. A prophecy. “When the embers stir in a daughter’s veins,

The cracks spread faster now, racing across the clouds. Morrow stared upward in fear. “That’s not one of them,” she whispered. Helios’s flames dimmed slightly. “Then what is it?” Orion looked toward the ocean again. The water began pulling backward, like the sea itself was afraid. The shadow near Maria spoke again. The Keeper comes. Maria swallowed. “Keeper of what?” The shadow did not answer. Instead, all the smaller shadows began moving outward spreading into the city. Where they walked, buildings faded. Cars vanished.