Keepers Of The Lost Cities Series In Order Novels & Stories

The Cradle of Ruin The last sealed city was not on any map. Because it was not above the earth—but beneath it. Kael stood at the edge of the ravine, staring down into the narrow chasm that yawned like a wound across the landscape. Wind howled up from the depths like a warning. According to the scrolls, this was the mouth of Kareth—a city buried by the gods themselves after the fall of the First Era. No one alive had ever seen it. Most mages believed it was a myth.

Four dark-colored Dodge Charger Hellcats were parked under the overpass across from the building. Everyone was already there when Margo got to the factory. Morris was a little surprised to find out that she was in the life, but he nodded his respect and listened as Aaron went over the full plan. He had also clued Morris in on how to communicate over the burners.

"How far is it?" Corin considered. "By the old road?" He pointed into the darkness. "About a day." Then he looked toward the broken sections. "The way it is now?" A pause. The old Watchkeeper smiled faintly. "Longer." Of course. Nothing about forgotten cities was ever convenient. The Wayfinder remained docked beside the station while preparations began. Not because we expected danger. Because exploring a lost city built by ancient road-builders seemed like the sort of activity that benefited from preparation.

He mindlinked him, and he nodded, sniffing. "What the fuck is going on here?" A familiar voice asked behind them, making Hashmuk let go of Rasmore. The person standing behind them was the person he was crying for, thinking he had left him. It was Kelvin, with a pile of magic books in his hands. He and his friends smelled like they were coming from the sewer.

He greeted as Damien greeted back. Uumm… granfather, Grace calls and he turns to look at her, she tightly gripped Moses’ hand in hers. Aleya is standing close by as well with Spencer and Spyder by her side. Yes, my child. He glares at the three wolves standing with his grandaughters. Who are these nervous looking young wolves? He asked. This is my Beloved, Moses Mason Jakobs, Delta and head trainer for Rose Hunt Royal Pack. She introduced. Granfather, this is Spencer Ace and Spyder Spade Collins, my Beloveds. They are Alpha Queen Reign’s personal guards. Aleya said with pride. Stand before me boys. I could see each of them gulp hard as Granpa Jax. Well seems we will have to figure out visita

The city wasn’t merely ruined; it was actively reclaiming itself, nature’s relentless tide eroding the remnants of a once-proud civilization. Their first challenge wasn’t a monstrous guardian or a magical trap, but the sheer density of the ruins. Buildings had collapsed into each other, creating a labyrinthine network of passageways and chambers, each one more perilous than the last. The trackers, their eyes keen and their senses sharp, led the way, navigating the treacherous terrain with practiced ease. Ronan, his mind already racing, began to map their progress, his notes scribbled on scraps of parchment, forming a rudimentary map of their journey through this lost world.

I pause as I point to my dad and take a breath, “has been already before Christ … No wait before Greek mythology. Am I getting this right.” “It’s more complicated then…” Ericson starts but my dad interrupts, “Little Sea the Greek Gods were Crysthalian’s that didn’t want to follow my mother and tried to make a kingdom of their own. But we all know what happened and how badly they failed.” “Then again as soon as you arrived and learned what they did, you brought them under control and stopped all their shenanigans. Plus, we also found all the missing Crysthalians in Rome, Egypt, and all over Asia. Not all of them were making problems for the natives but they also weren’t helping out. So, your

No sound of traffic, no distant hum of technology, nothing but a stillness that made her feel like she was walking through a forgotten graveyard. She looked around, her heart beating faster as the realization sank in: this was **Nyxterra**. The place she had only heard whispered rumors about, a world where lost memories supposedly went to die. It was said that those who wandered too far into the shadows of Nyxterra rarely came back. The city itself was a labyrinth of half-formed structures, their outlines blurred as though they were fading in and out of existence, forgotten by time and memory.

While the other part, the one he burned and broke, she’s running for the hills and freaking out in case he tries to weave a spell over her once again. ‘Why should I listen to anything you say?’ I cry at him as I yank my wrist free from his hold, finding inner strength and resolve to keep going and hurl myself inside the open lift in front of me. Alexi moves fast too, grabbing the two doors so they won’t start to close, and looks me right in the eye. Those haunting grey eyes so devoid of colour or warmth as they penetrate me with complete intensity and hold me rooted to the spot. His face consumed with the pain I am feeling all over, mirroring my agony. ‘Because I’m in love with you … and I w

He clawed at his cheeks, skin and flesh lifting beneath his nails like the peel from rotten fruit. "Keep back!" He yelled madly as someone rushed to help. His eyes already unable to make out more than an outline. "I ain't living like this!" He shoved the figure back and threw himself against the rail, toppling into the grip of the writhing waters. Under the blue a shadow, large as Leviathan, began to approach. ---- Screams echoed. The dead impatient in the city began to search elsewhere. Their instincts to feed were far greater than the will to obey their summoner and any open door or weakened entrance was their salvation.