Keepers Of The Lost Cities Series In Order Novels & Stories

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 smiled and at her and took a deep breath and I opened it ITS ALRIGHT HEINA! YOU CAN DO THIS! I went inside his office. Everything inside screams manliness. Its a dark room, with gray and silver as motif. A shelf full of books was found on the left side. At saka may sala set sa harap ng kaniyang table wherein stacks of papers are placed. And a glass wall on my right overlooking the whole city of Manila. The view I can see was breathtaking. Behind his seat are paintings and different awards of the company

Signs of a significant catastrophe looming not too far in the distant future. "Little mistress," I say hurriedly. "This is not Neptune, but Vulcan's work," trying to remember my Roman mythology. Vulcan, the god of the forge, his Greek counterpart Hephaestus. Vulcanism derived from the god's name, hence the word "volcano." Mixing mythology with some sound B.S., I continue. "Vulcan will cause the mountain to erupt, and in effect, destroy Pompeii." "How do you know this?" She asks with her green-blue eyes rounded in fear. I hate lying to a child, but what harm can a white-lie cause?

"I also didn't know about it until 6 months after we left. Back then, you're already with your true family. I didn't tell you this because I didn't want you to worry. It's not a good story to tell… so I decided to keep it from you." “Zhan as you already knew, as I have already told you. I was just a person Mr. Harris entrusted with your safety. All I knew back then was that you and Marcus were in danger. Someone wants to harm you. Back then, I didn't have the slightest and I had never thought that you were the babies that I've heard missing." Henry speaks up. “And that someone was Oliver King,” Jay said, which shocked Sean the most. Well everybody was shocked except for the elderly who alre

The silence was punctuated by the occasional flutter of unseen wings and the unsettling feeling of unseen eyes watching their every move. Days crawled by as they navigated through the treacherous terrain, their senses on high alert. One evening, as they huddled around a meager campfire, Kai noted a faint luminescence emanating from a distant clearing. With cautious optimism, they ventured towards the light. The clearing revealed a sight that sent chills down their spines – the ruins of an ancient city, its architecture a stark contrast to the traditional style of the guardians. Eerie statues, their expressions carved with a hint of malevolence, guarded the entrance to a colossal library

And I was going to find it. Dorian met me at the northern border, where the rogue had last been seen. He had called for two warriors to join us—Talon and Reed, both experienced trackers. I wasn’t sure if they were here to help me or babysit me. “The last known sighting was here,” Dorian said, kneeling beside the clawed-up dirt. “But we lost the scent trail.” I scanned the area, my heart pounding. The dense forest surrounding Blood Moon’s territory stretched endlessly, and the further out we went, the more dangerous it became.

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

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.

The morning light over the city looked deceptively peaceful. Glass towers reflected the soft gold of sunrise, as though nothing in the world could possibly be wrong. But inside Hayes Global Enterprises, chaos had already begun spreading through the company. “Withdraw everything. Now.” A client’s voice snapped through the speakerphone before the line abruptly went dead. Beep. Silence. Sophia Hayes stood motionless in her office, staring at the blinking red light on the phone. Another contract was lost. Her assistant lingered hesitantly by the door. “Ma’am… that was the third major client this morning.”

"You were dead." The next trouble waited until everyone was tired before showing its teeth. In the First Gate, symbols had weight. It made the temple smaller, not larger, because every new rule had to fit inside a room full of frightened people. The cold incense smoke pressed against every window while wet footsteps marked the next turn of the case. Nothing about the Final Gate War felt clean. It felt like another emergency arriving before the last one had been wiped off the stones. "A recurring inconvenience." The archive seals spun around him. Each seal held a name: forgotten gods, unpaid dead, broken vows, erased children, districts swallowed by the first apocalypse wave.