Atlantis Blonde Woman Novels & Stories

“The tailors will be here shortly.” “Tell me, are you related to the previous water nymph?” Atlas asked, with a tilt of his head. His towering height and deep voice made him horribly intimidating. The water nymph flushed, most likely from a bit of fear. It was a strange sight, considering her pale blue skin. Her blush seemed to turn her a few shades deeper, almost cerulean in color. “Or is there another reason you’re wearing her face?”

He looks around his environment for a while and on seeing nothing out of the ordinary, goes back down into the peace and quiet of the water. And to think that he had even been knocking on Atlas's door that morning to talk to him about everything that the strange woman at the Creek had said to him. She had talked about and insisted that Atlas was going behind his back to win Scarlett's heart. About everything she had said about both of them: Atlene and the woman herself, who said her name was Ruby, coming together to get the individual love of their life back from the two people in their way. Scarlett was the one she said was in her way, while Atlas was in Atlene's definitely.

I allowed myself to rest, half out if it, but still alert enough to protect myself. I felt the presence of something, like eyes watching me. My hair rose on my hackles and to my horror in the water mere feet from me rose several sets of ominous green-yellow eyes. I gasped and shot up to sit on my heels as I watched them. Several massive gators rose from the water. The largest one came to the edge, and shifted into a large man. His eyes mirrored the gator, olive skinned and oddly beautiful. He moved swift and with grace until he stood before me. A group of females floated in the water where the others were, their bare bodies gold from the sun with one a brilliant Earthy brown tone. "Hello, li

Now, either that man was always thrilled by the prospect of having a near death experience… or… he had an unhealthy obsession with flowers and flower vases. Security appeared almost immediately on our floor and went in for the woman— a blonde haired, pretty woman with boobs so huge and so fake that they barely moved out of place despite her crazy movements. She was beautiful… you know, the kind that somehow managed to make plastic surgery work for them, which made it even more confusing. What was so fucking special about Adonis Blackwell? “You!” The venomousness in that word alone was enough to rouse me out of my thoughts and send chills down my spine as the strawberry blond tore herself awa

"Just us. The silence is yours now, Freya. You earned it." The heavy oak doors of the hall swung open, and a ripple of applause broke out among the diners, growing into a standing ovation. Atlas strode into the room, looking younger and more vibrant than he had in years. He had traded his scout’s leathers for a fine tunic of forest green, but it wasn't his attire that drew the eyes of the crowd. Clinging shyly to his arm was a woman with eyes the color of forest moss and hair like spun copper, Mina, a healer who had arrived with the latest group of Omegas from the western reaches.

I drag a hand down my face, breathing hard. Her image flashes in my mind unbidden. Too beautiful. Painfully so. Skin untouched by hardship. Lips made for sin. And her eyes—gods—blue like shattered ice beneath moonlight. The kind of beauty that hurts to look at. The kind men ruin themselves over. If she’s an omega and she looks like that— My vision darkens. Men would have fallen at her feet. I know it. I feel it in my bones. They would have tried to touch. Tried to claim.

Despite living in Los Angeles, she hadn’t gotten a tan in ages since she was always busy working. “Lucy, I want you to meet someone. Or someones, really,” said Gwen. Lucy opened her eyes to see two women sitting down on Gwen’s blanket, one of whom had brought a beach chair with her. One woman was a curvy brunette with olive skin and wore a vintage red one-piece; the other was a pale, tall blonde, her swimsuit a demure black. When the blonde turned her head to get something out of her bag, Lucy noticed that she had what looked like a birthmark on her face.

I hissed losing my temper with both him and the wretched sunflowers. "Sorry little miss angsty," he grumbled quietly. "What's got your panties in a twist?" "You." A few seconds later we finally reached the edge of the field and escaped the claws of the sunflowers. I looked up as I wiped the sweat from my brow to come face to face with a slender, tall woman. She was thin and bony but muscular and strong too. Her dead straight brunette hair reached the end of her spine and her harsh piercing dark eyes remained fixated on the two of us. Her skin was smooth over the pointed features of her face and she wore a serious, motionless expression. I'd put her around forty give or take a few years.

No one could have gotten in. I blinked a few times. The naked blonde, and her firm, large breasts, was still there. "Hello yourself." The blonde's form changed. Her skin turned dark red and black wings sprouted from her back. Curved horns emerged from her forehead. "I am Aithusa. You may call me Ai." A succubus. This must be some sort of weird dream. "You're here to make my last night more pleasurable?" Ai gave me a smile. "No one your age should die alone, never having experienced sex."

"Depends on who's asking." "My name is Arthur Hendrix. I'm looking for my mate." Her eyes widened slightly at the name. Everyone in the northern territories knew who I was. "Oh, you're that Alpha Arthur. Well, yes, we did see a group come through here yesterday evening. Maybe dozen people, looked like they'd been through hell." "The blonde woman," I pressed. "Did you see her clearly?" "Beautiful girl, yes. Hair like spun gold, but she looked exhausted. Worried sick about something." The woman paused, studying my face. "She your mate, you say?"