The Lost Tomb Books Novels & Stories

The fields were nothing but filled with the remains of the dead men who invaded the Ciphers’ defenses, some got separated from their torsos, some have lost their heads, and some were completely smashed into pieces that one could not recognize anymore. One would be left with trauma seeing this gruesome phenomenon, even I, the author of this book would want to heave. This was indeed a large bloody porridge for anthropophagi, but not for those who would want their tongues clean. Zhackary and the rest of his team spent their night to find Keisha’s body among the fields filled with corpses from tonight’s activity. The stench of death ruined their noses and it drove them sick.

Reign smiled at me with so much pride. Damien! Jyden yelled running into the living room. He’s gone! He killed two guards. He said bending and leaning his hands on his knees, trying to catch his breath. Who were the two guards? Reign asked. They were new to the cells, Jake and Brad. Did they have mates, children? I will have to find out. Moses stated. How did he get out? I demanded. I call out our new Vampire-Alpha King, Damien Ayres Hunt! A voice boomed through our link. I’m sure you have figured out that I am no longer in your cells. Did you really think you could keep me locked up? Keep me away from my mate? He growled. Don’t be a coward! Show yourself. I demanded. I, Luther Garan, true V

Her excited bark fills the forest as she pulls out an old book that was buried in the ground. She picks it up and they all begin running back to the day camp to check back in. I am impressed at how fast they found the book. It is not exactly large so they had to work hard to find it. The witches even covered up the hole with grass so that nobody would be able to tell by the disturbed grass alone. "They did rather well. Do you think that they won?" Dante asks as we follow at a distance.

Sean said. “That time I couldn’t bring myself to talk to you. I was really a mess, even Harrold had a hard time with me. I thought I had become a failure, but thankfully, Harrold was there by my side all the time. I’m so glad I married the right man for me.” Chantal smiled at her husband. “About a year after we lost our first angel, we found out we are having another child, twins actually, but then unfortunately the other twin didn’t make it, and only Crimson here made it, and finally met us.”

Desperate for hope. Eva’s discovery of the mole had shaken us all, and Logan’s cryptic warnings haunted me. But it wasn’t just the betrayal—it was the gnawing certainty that I was running out of time. Veyron was more than just a rogue alpha. He was something else entirely. Something ancient. And I was the only one who could stop him. The Forgotten Tome “Here,” Lucas said, his voice breaking through my thoughts. He emerged from the shadows, holding a thick, leather-bound book. Its cover was embossed with silver runes that glowed faintly under the light of the lanterns.

Every story has a beginning, some good, some bad, mine has never been a happy one, no matter who, or how I tell it, nobody will believe me. I can't rely on the people in my life, My parents ignore me, or are cruel to me, my friends are unreliable, and aren't trustworthy either. So what happens when I turn 16 years old, and run away from my problems to another world, only to find myself in the same magical world I played make belief in as a kid? With heartbreak at every turn, and a possible new relationship on the horizon, what could possibly go wrong in this world that hasn't happened to me on Earth?!

"We don't use money here, Oneiric. We trade in favors. Secrets. And labor." She lowered herself to the ground. "What can you do? besides warp reality when you cry?" "I’m an archivist," Emily said. "I organize chaos. I find patterns where other people see noise." Morrigan raised an eyebrow. She gestured to a heavy iron door at the back of the atrium. "The Library of the Lost," Morrigan said. "We have scrolls dating back to the First Era. Grimoires written in dead tongues. Prophecies that drove their authors mad. It hasn't been organized in three centuries because most people who try end up bleeding from their eyes."

POV DARLENE The transition from the First Luna’s tomb was not a shift in space, but a Shattering of the Universal Narrative. As the white-emerald leaves of the goddess’s resurrection consumed the oily silt of the 113th layer, the "Grave" didn't just dissolve—it Inverted. We emerged into the One-Hundred-and-Fourteenth Layer of Entropy, a realm that felt like the cold, sterile interior of a diamond. This was the Chamber of the First Name, the ultimate boardroom of the West, where the First Man—the architect who had convinced the First Alpha to build the Loom—sat behind a desk of Polished Void.

“And they don’t know I exist?” Victor shook his head. “Not yet.” Ethan looked at the black sedan. Then at the mansion looming behind him. Everything in his life felt like it was standing on unstable ground. “If I agree, where would I go?” Ethan asked quietly. “The Cross Estate.” “That place still exists?” “ It was rebuilt in secrecy. Only the inner circle members are aware of its location.” Victor replied. Ethan exhaled slowly. “And you expect me to just walk into this life?”

Desolate darkness and the awful smell of rotten carcasses filled the passage. The events under the lost tomb in the 'Cursed-valley' again didn't come out in Jia's favor. She and Creed were with the group but now they got separated from the entire group. Earlier when she was exploring the tomb with the entire group and they all had reached a very peculiar room in the tomb.