Atlantis Blonde Woman Novels & Stories

The saleswoman had suggested a pale oyster-colored pair for casual and a shiny pair of black ones for evening. Angel had never realized Humans changed shoes according to the time. All these neat things that came with legs. And firsthand experience. With Wendy’s help, she selected a white halter dress with a peek-a-boo cutout at the top of the bodice, criss-crossed with all the colors in Atlantis’ coral gardens. It reminded her of home. Not that she was homesick per se, but Atlantis was so beautiful, she wanted that beauty with her on her first day in the Human world.

I think out loud. Before Aiden could respond, I hear a female voice calling his name. When I zero in on the owner of the voice, I’m met with a woman about my height. She has a slender figure but well-endowed features. Her hair is a dark blonde and her eyes are a striking blue. She’s actually very beautiful. “Alpha Aiden! There you are!” Ms. Blonde says, like she is with him. I noticed that she is using his title. “Oh, who’s this?” She asks, looking me up and down.

The following events took place exactly ten centuries ago. "Tell me more about Atlantis, Arethusa!" A beautiful woman with long red hair and big blue eyes sat next to her friend. The woman looked was in her early thirties, the other female's age was a mystery, she never aged a day since the woman met her fifteen years ago. They were at their usual place over the smooth rock by the seashore. "You ask this every time! It is really the same as Human's Island, only located deep under the sea!"

I snapped. "She has black hair and is an older woman," Atlas said sympathetically. "An older female?" I groaned as we scurried to the back door.

Hekate "Going somewhere?" I ask, gaze dropping to the packed luggage. The woman jumps at my voice, turning immediately to find me leaning against the door. Her eyes widen with fear and surprise. "Prince Rune--" "Atlas." One word. One name. Stories untold, secrets buried. A friend. A foe. I have never been able to decide which of them Atlas Moonburn was. The staff in her grasp clatters to the ground and her complexion turns blotchy. Pale. She looks much older now, her allure as a maiden nearly gone. Her grey eyes widen to the side of saucers and she stumbles a step back, reaching behind her for the candle stand.

Stands up and walks towards me she sticks her hand out and says. "Nice to meet you I will be your air sacrifice." "Nice to meet you too." "This here is Tabitha." Blaze announced A short woman with a pixie hair cut that was so dark stood up and says. "Hi, I am your water sacrifice." "Lastly this is Annabelle." Blaze says this with a bit of animosity. I don't know how I didn't notice this woman before she stood up and she was so regal. She had such long brown hair that put mine to shame and she was the most stunning woman I had ever seen.

My eyes scanned the place and I spotted Atlas sitting at the far end of the table looking annoyingly attractive for somebody responsible for ruining my life. Rude. Very rude. I was halfway through mentally insulting him when another woman entered stunning me to silence. Whoever this was could easily be a model if they wanted to. This woman was freaking beautiful and when I mean beautiful, I mean magazine-cover beautiful. She was tall, with blonde hair and blue eyes, had all the features that screamed super model and made men and women go crazy. She was also elegant and had perfect posture. Honestly, how could one person be so perfect? Her ice-blue eyes landed on me immediately, staring at me

“Is she Yntreia, the future Queen of the pixies?” The princess was already awake. Caeruleus carried her closer to the Queen. “I am glad to finally meet the new Queen.” “And I to you. If you need my help or advice, please don’t hesitate.” “I’ll keep that in mind.” The Queen turned to the merman, “And you are?” “My name’s Caeruleus, my Queen. I’m from Atlantis.” He smiled. “Yes. I reckon the eyes and smile familiar, the salient feature of the merclan.”

~ (72 years earlier) Aren’t you a pretty little thing.” I purred, as I admired the glitter shining from the infinity symbol standing vertically, my newly administered mark, upon the side of this woman's face. I wasn’t even sure of her name, but I didn’t care. She was a vision of loveliness, a petite and delicate beauty with a presence that belied her small stature. Her blonde hair, styled in a chic bob cut, framed her face and accentuated her striking features. Her deep blue eyes sparkled like sapphires, shining brightly with a warmth and kindness that drew me in. Her tanned skin glowed with a healthy, sun-kissed radiance, adding to her natural beauty and effortless charm.

I pulled her from him and she crumbled like a stack of cards. “Atlas!” she cried, clinging to him. “Mommy!” Elara pushed me, crouching beside her. She glanced up. “You are a bad woman!” She pushed me. Atlas’ eyes shifted from the woman to me, as if silently asking what the heck was going on. “Who is this woman, Atlas?” She stood, hiding in his chest. “Why is she yelling?” “I should be asking you that,” He turned to her. “Who are you?”