The Lost Cities Novels & Stories

A child hid behind his mother’s coat. An old man touched the scar crossing his throat. I remembered the drowned throne room. The crown. Raiken’s blood. Grandmother splitting the bond. But not this city. I closed a gateway, I said. The woman who had spat laughed bitterly. You closed yours. She pointed toward the canals. Black water moved beneath the bridges. Shapes drifted within it. Bodies. No. Statues. Thousands of stone figures lay beneath the surface, their hands raised toward the city above.

No one dared to act rashly. It had been a long time since the Novem Skies had produced a new god of war. That was why things had ended up like this. Just as the situation fell into a stalemate, my wife and sister-in-law arrived. My wife was Nerissa Loden, and she was the goddess of water. My sister-in-law, Aurelia Ignis, was the goddess of fire. The moment I saw them, I subconsciously tightened my clenched fists, while Noctis' gaze turned icy.

"Aris? The First Architect? You've grown old, little girl. You were just a child when you 'Deleted' my world to make room for the 'Nursery' project." "I'm sorry, Jack," Dr. Vance said, her voice soft with a grief that spanned decades. "I didn't know they would keep you here. I thought you were gone." "Nothing is ever gone in Aethelgard," Jack the Noir Man said. He turned to the gates and waved a hand. "Open the City of Errors! We have guests who bring the end of the world with them!" ### The City of Errors The city was a sensory nightmare. The sounds of a thousand different deleted games and programs played at once—bit-tune music clashing with orchestral swells, the sound of digital explosio

It always came first. By the time he reached the compound's outer perimeter the coalition vehicles were gone. Tire tracks in the gravel, dust still hanging in the cold air, the mountain indifferent behind it all. He stood at the edge of what had been the garage entrance and looked at the rubble and felt something move through him that was not grief exactly — grief was for people, and what he was looking at was not people, it was years of work, decades of refinement, the closest any human being had ever come to solving the oldest problem the species had ever faced. He pressed his lips together. Opened his clipboard. Began to write.

Death was already taking hold when the world exploded in light. Now, the clearing glows faintly gold and silver, shimmering like a dream that hasn’t faded yet. For a heartbeat, I don’t move. Maybe I’m not alive. Maybe this is what comes after… the space between worlds that people talk about, where lost wolves walk before the moon calls them home. The air feels too soft, too still. No pain, no breath, just light.

Like the name Valleys implied, it was more of a valley land. Logan inhaled deeply. Could the map actually be talking about the lost city that featured all these landmarks that he read from the map? He asked himself how accurate the map could be and whether it had been made just to distract adventurers. The fallen or lost city was said to be a lot of things. It was said to be a city of the vampires that were defeated on the Lycan lands years ago, while some legends said it was a buried city underground with numerous treasures and wonders. Some also said it was a city of paranormal creatures that hadn't yet been discovered.

History was repeating itself, and everyone in that chamber knew exactly how the first attempt had ended. With war and betrayal. With destruction powerful enough to erase an empire from memory. I watched the glowing map stretched across the ceiling of the mountain. Thousands of symbols illuminated the stone overhead like stars scattered across a midnight sky. Each point represented a place abandoned by time but preserved through magic. Hidden fortresses, sacred temples, lost cities, and ancient strongholds waited beneath forests, deserts, and mountains across the continent. The First Kingdom had never truly vanished. It had simply gone to sleep. A dangerous thought crossed my mind.

THE FIVE CITIES The image of the child vanished. Hazel screamed. Her power erupted across the chamber. Jae created a barrier. Claire grabbed Miyan. The black tower shook violently. Then every symbol on its walls activated. Five cities appeared. Chicago. Dallas. Washington. Los Angeles. New York. Jae stared at them. "They're synchronizing." Claire understood. "All five anchors." Hazel looked at the symbols. "What's going to happen?" Jae didn't answer.

, Raisel inquired breaking his line of thoughts. He was tongue-tied for a moment, “Torenth” “Why do you want the stone?” He smiled inwardly, she was a smart one, “The king appointed me to go in search of it” “Okay…where exactly is Torenth?” “Torenth is a very small kingdom…” “Never heard of Torenth…” He thought fast, “Torenth is sometimes called the lost city. It is not in plain sight. I left Torenth as a child. It was founded by ancient hunters. It is believed it can only be found by those who knew where it was hidden, so if…”

The lost city Rosales of Patasia said to be dissapeared sometime in the tenth century and now it elevated in the form of a dark city beneath an unknown lake in the Glambour forest. The new emerged city was also called TRIAD ROSES because it was in the shape of a combination of three winged black roses. Rosales City was an area that stretched across the Patasia Continent before the Glambour Forest was araise. But while the area was in its infancy, something catastrophic happened and the area was destroyed. Later this strange city was kept as a secret in under world for 10000 years. For some time now it has been emerged again as the world of mythical creatures about 200 years ago....!!!