The Lost Cities Novels & Stories

watchful. In secret, Emily began writing her dreams, sketching faces she saw in her visions. One of them matched a portrait buried deep in the pack’s history archives of a queen lost to time, one whose name had been erased. But Emily’s sketches also revealed someone else. A boy. A child with her eyes. And she remembered him calling her sister. Driven by the dream of the boy, Emily insisted on returning to the old ruins. Against Alexander’s protests, she walked the blood path again, this time alone. The runes glowed softly beneath her feet, but the power didn’t rise, it waited.

Although, the Duke had the foresight of the road conditions, giving him added days to rest and recover before the tournament started. Now, I was forewarned about the conditions of London through a lot of reading, but the shock of the state of the city broke all of my expectations. London was a stinky, filthy, muddy, shit-filled cesspool, filled to the brim with peasants and the wealthy. The streets were overcrowded, too narrow to barely pass with wooden buildings higher than two-stories arching overhead as if the structures were about to collapse to the road. The

Liora asked. “To a place where the story is not just lost, but actively being rewritten,” the Remnant said, his grey eyes seeming to look through the pillars to a distant point. “A place where a false memory has taken root, a weed in the garden of history. We must go to the Sunken City of Lytheria.” The name sent a shiver through the group. Even Ronan had heard of it, it was a legend, a city of great scholars and artists, said to have been swallowed by the sea in a single, catastrophic night as punishment for their pride.

He did not rush the journey, taking time with her to marvel at all the beauties and wonders, enjoying seeing her reactions to them. There were ruins from humans that Lyric found fascinating to explore – both shipwrecks and ancient civilizations that had long ago sunk. There were also abandoned Mer cities, distinguishable from the human ones in that the Mer cities were designed to withstand the ocean and so survived abandonment better, whereas the human cities were absorbed by the sand, plants, and marine line, becoming so indistinguishable from natural formations that many she would have missed if Niarthen did not point them out to her.

Together, they faced the city's final challenges—a gargantuan guardian, awakened by their intrusion, and a harrowing trial that tested their resolve and bond as explorers. In a climactic battle, Alex and Vanessa overcame the guardian, harnessing their combined strength and cunning. Their victory allowed them to reach the artifact, but as they touched it, a surge of energy coursed through their bodies, and they were thrust into a realm of visions—a glimpse into the city's past and its profound connection to the world. Emerging from the vision, Alex and Vanessa stood in awe, realizing that the enigma of the lost city was not just about treasures or history—it was about the preservation of know

Her breathing got heavy. “Elena…” he whispered in her ear and she felt his hot breath on her cheek. “Aslan.” “We are here.” He took her hand and guided her out. Cold air touched her body and she breathed in deeply. He unfolded the blind and waited for her reaction. Elena had no idea where she was but she knew she was ready to trade everything in exchange for such a view. The entire New York was below her. She held the iron railing and looked around. Millions of lights were sparkling this beautiful city. A full moon had just come on the horizon and it looked like it was accompanying her while witnessing the city that never sleeps. She turned to Aslan and saw him clicking her picture.

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.

Chapter 4: The Forgotten Prophecy Emerging from the Shadow Realm, Elara and Aric found themselves standing on the edge of a vast expanse, where the forest gave way to rolling plains dotted with ancient ruins. "This is the Forgotten Plains," Aric explained, his voice tinged with sorrow. "Once, it was a land of great beauty and prosperity. But now, it lies in ruin, a testament to the folly of those who sought to wield powers beyond their understanding." As they explored the desolate landscape, they came upon crumbling statues and weathered tablets, each one bearing cryptic symbols and faded inscriptions. Elara felt a stirring of recognition deep within her soul, as if the stones themselves wer

Don Julio, his voice grave, said, "Our journey in the Crypt was just the beginning. We've unlocked something far greater, something that challenges the very fabric of our universe." The realization weighed heavily on them. The Crypt, with all its challenges and revelations, was merely a prelude. The true adventure, with stakes higher than they could ever have imagined, was about to begin. Their path was clear, but the shadows of uncertainty loomed large. The Lost City awaited, and with it, secrets that could change the course of their world forever.

Jace whispered, his eyes wide. Before us lay a sprawling metropolis of translucent spires and floating arches. It was beautiful, but it was the beauty of a tomb. There were no lights in the windows, no smoke from chimneys. It was a city of frozen glass, preserved in a pocket of time where the wind didn't blow and the sun never set. "This is the Aethelgard," Kaelen breathed, his voice full of academic awe. "The lost capital of the First Shifters. Legend said it was swallowed by the earth during the Great Cleansing, but it wasn't swallowed. It was exiled."