Novel & Cerita Keepers Of The Lost Cities Series In Order

A distant bell suddenly rang. Once. The endless pages overhead froze in midair. Then... every page turned toward the same direction. Something enormous was approaching. The ground trembled beneath Adrian's feet. Not with fear. With recognition. Far ahead... a city slowly emerged from the darkness. Its towers were built from giant books. Its bridges were woven from glowing sentences. Its rivers flowed with liquid silver ink. Above its gates, carved into black stone, were four ancient words. THE CITY OF FORGOTTEN AUTHORS.

NEXT ADVENTURE: Eternal Legacies Series Book 1 and Book 3 in the sequence Vampire The Redemption Vampire The Creation Stand by... It's time to go back in time and discover the secrets of vampires. And head into an inhospitable future full of mysteries and passions. -

“Two of the Ajenian sea cities— Ajens and Ponterrado— were sent into the sky, but Ponterrado fell back down. The one that is still floating is called Del Cealus. It is only visible for seven days a year. “The remaining sea cities were abandoned one by one, as King Rexius was no longer there to rule them, and the entire Ajenian Empire collapsed. The buildings on the abandoned sea cities were gradually weathered away, turning into sand, and a new continent formed after the ocean dried up. That continent is now called Piletus.” “And would you mind telling me how you happen to know all of this?” “King Rexius himself told me in a vision I just had. Now, it’s only a matter of time before Del Cealu

A colossal, ancient stone gate rose from the subterranean depths, carved with forgotten runes that glowed with blinding golden light upon sensing Lorrie's presence. The heavy stone doors ground open, revealing a vast, underground city hidden beneath the roots of the forest. Towering obsidian spires, golden bridges spanning chasm abysses, and a massive, ancient throne room decorated with banners bearing the original crest of the Gatekeeper dynasty unfolded before their eyes. Lucius stared down into the subterranean abyss in absolute horror. "The Lost City..." «"Come, my Queen,"» the First King coaxed, extending Lorenzo's hand toward Lorrie. «"Rule this realm beside me, and I will spare your h

After logging in and being teleported to White River City, An notification screen pops up in front of Leo’s eyes. “Hello Adventures Welcome to the Lost World. I am the tutorial instructor Liam. I will introduce you to the four main categories and twelve main classes. Please choose the class that will fit u best.” With a wave of Liam's hand all the four categories and twelve classes pop up in front of Leo. The twelve classes were categorised according to the four categories. Warrior:- Shield Warrior, Guardian knight and berserker.

Hopefully you'll enjoy the next generation of Guardians as much as you enjoyed the first trilogy. Also, if you haven't tried it, I have a book out called The Arena. It's the first in the Elemental Dragons series. It's very different from this world of the Guardians. That book is filled with shifters and, you guessed it, dragons. That series is intended to have four books, one for each dragon.

It was strange to say the least, since I didn’t know where I was going in the first place. Concentrating on it made the voice louder and I yelled at it to go away. With the control I acquired just then, my thoughts became clear and I started to strategize instead of thinking of strategizing. Find a way to bandage your leg. Get new clothes and most importantly, do not lose your ring. Lose it and you're as good as dead. And you can't afford to die… again.

He saw the space on the island and smiled. “Now, we are back to our world” Elon chanted. Steve walked out from where he was also hiding and stood in front of Elon. “This is our world, not yours. You should go back!” He said. “The world that has been destroyed. This belong to us now. I know that the goddess has created this world for us” Steve pushed Elon with a strong force from his hand. Instead of Elon to fall on the floor, he landed on the floor in his wolf form.

Shelves lined the stone walls from floor to ceiling, packed with scrolls, bound tomes, and tablets etched with runes so old their meaning had shifted over centuries. I moved slowly, fingers trailing along spines, reading titles. Keepers of the Grove. The Anima Mundi. Records of the Sealed Wars. My pulse quickened. I found a table and sank into a chair, spreading the texts before me. Candlelight flickered as I began to read. The first accounts were reverent, the Keeper as guardian, the voice of the world, the bridge between flesh and force then the tone changed. Each era spoke of a crisis, a breach, a void, a sacrifice again and again, the pattern repeated.

That night, I wandered the halls, listening to the hush of mourning, the distant click of guns, the shuffling of feet. Jonathan sat in the study, staring at an old photograph of him and Rocco as children. Stavros and my father spoke quietly in the kitchen, voices low and trembling. Andros found me on the balcony, took my hand, and together we watched the city lights flicker in the distance—each one a reminder that life, though fragile, endures. In our world, loss is a familiar companion, but this wound was deeper than most. We vowed revenge for Rocco, a promise muttered in the candlelit darkness and solidified by grim determination. The men gathered in the basement, planning, mourning, swear