Atlantis Blonde Woman Novels & Stories

As I focused on the blonde woman standing across the room, a deep unease settled over me. After my run-in with Alison, I had developed a natural aversion to blondes. But this woman was different. While Alison was youthful and attention-seeking, this stranger had an air of maturity and elegance that was hard to ignore. She was poised, confident, and carried herself with a kind of regal grace that radiated power.

Then the entire surface erupts. Not steam (actual eruption). A massive column of black water shoots two hundred feet high, and riding it like a god on a chariot is a figure in armor made of living coral and drowned gold, holding a trident that crackles with blue lightning. Atlantis didn’t send an envoy. They sent a prince. Atlantean Prince (voice like crashing waves): “Queen of Land and Storm. You have stolen the Deep Script from our blood. Return it or drown with your toys.”

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."

She smiled and quickly rushed to enter the car. "Hi," She greeted with a soft voice when she entered, but got no response from Martin. She shrugged and put on her seatbelt, feeling slightly embarrassed. Martin drove straight to the store he had in mind. "Oh, Mr. King! You're here!" A woman who appeared to be in her early thirties exclaimed excitedly as Martin and Caitlyn walked in. Her hands were clasped together and a huge smile was plastered on her face as she hurriedly joined them. Her long dress swept the floor as she moved.

Atlas was always under the impression that it was the witches who took our mother, but Sorena says there was no activity or plans that she heard of regarding mom, so I dismissed it. I landed on the ground after flying here while Sorena was still sleeping. Luckily, I knew Atlas would be up right now but busy with his duties, so he wouldn't have any time to get to Sorena. Once I landed, I was greeted by their queen immediately. She would have been alerted once I crossed the barrier. She had no back up or protection with her though, which was the first thing I noticed. The second thing I noticed was her beauty. Her long red hair almost touched her waist and flowed perfectly. Her eyes were a dee

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.

Then Athena felt something incredibly warm on her head, encouraging her eyes to open. A gorgeous woman stood in front of us. Her hair was a bright white with skin that seemed to be like glowing ivory. Her eyes had the most incredible golden hue to them. She was ethereal, unlike anything that I had ever seen before. If the sun was personified into a female form, this would be it.

Scarlett stopped when her eyes fell on a woman she recognised, the Latina who had been unzipping Elijah’s pants… “Fuck…” Elijah muttered knowing this was not going to go down well. The woman smirked slightly. She was pretty, Scarlett had to admit. With her large brown eyes, those plump lips, gorgeous tan skin and thick glossy locks. Dressed in a lace bodysuit and leather pants, she looked like the definition of sexy. Something that only made Scarlett’s frown deepen. “Alpha… it’s good to see you again…” The woman murmured, completely ignoring Scarlett who was glaring daggers at her.

"It's weird that the Wyverns didn't come. I've contacted His Highness Hyacinth, and he has tried to confirm the situation." What was this woman saying? When Yang glanced at Liam, he only saw the man staring at the woman. He was silent. "Don't worry. Go and prepare everything, and get ready if you have to go somewhere. I will be standing by here," the woman said like she was having an entire conversation with the long blonde-haired man. Unexpectedly, the blonde-haired man left, leaving Yang and the woman alone. The woman had long pale lavender hair. Under the candle lights, she shone silvery-golden, adding to her ethereal features. She turned to Yang, smiling.

These walls were made of cement. Atlantis. I gasped and immediately bolted upright as memories started to flood my mind. “Woah there!” A nurse was immediately at my side. She was Asian, but she clearly has Atlantean blood judging from the whites in her hair. “You can’t move like that. Not while you just recovered.” She tried to calm me down while gently pushing my shoulder to make me lie back down.