Romans & histoires Keepers Of The Lost Cities Series In Order

“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

“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.

Elara looked at the dark horizon, where the blinking silver light of Julian was the only star in the sky. "The Architects in the Apex told us they were the last ones," Elara said. "But Daxos just told us there are other cities. If they have resources... if they have food..." "Then the 'Long Walk' isn't over," Kael finished. "No," Elara said, leaning her head on his shoulder. "We’re just getting started on the second period." The water is flowing, and the Feral Six have earned the respect of the Scavengers. But the discovery of "Other Cities" changes the game. Are they survivors like the Remnant, or are they the failed experiments of the Architects who have turned into something far more dang

I quickly fished it back out of my bag before handing it over to him. He quickly read back through the mission before shaking his head as he went over to one of his bookcases and pulled out a large rolled piece of parchment. As he set it on the desk, I moved to stand behind it with him as he unrolled the map, setting a couple of heavy books along the edges to hold it in place before looking over it for a long moment with a sigh. Lexi and Genie both came up to the other side of the desk to see what we were looking at as we all looked over the map, just as Xavier pointed out Celestia's capital city of Elysium.

💥 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.

"That wasn't an earthquake." The Keeper slowly shook his head. "No. The foundations of this city do not shake so easily." "Then what was it?" The Keeper lifted his eyes toward the ceiling, listening as though he could hear something none of them could. "It was the city waking." Astrid rubbed a hand across her face. "I liked it better when cities stayed asleep." Rosalie smiled faintly. "I don't think this one ever truly did." Lucien had already pulled out his notebook, but instead of writing, he stood staring at the glowing doors.

The seven locations formed a symbol. The same symbol from the silver key. "The Architects built their network around these cities." Seraphina nodded. "And the first gate?" She pointed to Lagos. Aria looked at her. "Lagos?" "Yes." "Why?" "Because the first Keeper lived there." Lorenzo looked at the map. "Who?" Seraphina's expression changed. "Your grandmother." Aria froze. "My grandmother?" "Your father's mother." "I thought she died before I was born." "She did."

Following her gaze, the woman who had grabbed her blanched, her grip tightening on Cassia’s hand. “Oh!” Cassia exclaimed softly. “No - please, don’t be scared. These are - well, the Alphas that rescued you. Garrett and Cole. And their mother Cynthia. And Stephanie, one of the pack’s top scientists and the Beta’s mate.” Recognition flashed in the eyes of the women at Garrett’s name, but they remained wary, flicking their eyes to each person as she named them. “I- I’m sorry,” Cassia hesitated. “But - well… I didn’t learn any of your names at - at - ”

Erriene asked again and again if he would know where to look for Aefstine, seeming very concerned. If he really had seen what he claimed he have, Alarick couldn't blame him for having nightmares. He had them too. Every time he looked at the mountains, he wondered if one day, those giants would break through and try to claim the land back. Never once had he thought that he would be the one to break the contract. But really, it was the giants who broke the seal. It was them who betrayed his people. Alarick breathed through his nose and remembered the night before.

He said. “Ok good. Well, the necklace wasn’t just a necklace. It was an Amulet. And apparently Katrina is a Keeper. The Keepers are a group of people who protect the Amulet from a group known as The Others. I had been wearing the amulet this whole fucking time, and had no idea that it was anything other than a necklace. You remember Ivy, my mate?” I asked him.