Atlantis City Novels & Stories

However, Alex and Ynes’ figures had disappeared from the scene. It was an... illusion? No, it was a mirage! “D*mn it!” “You unscrupulous couple... you murderers! I shall eat you both!” The great shark roared, locking its divine sense in Alex’s direction as it ramped up its chase. Finally, Alex saw the ancient undersea city of Atlantis. Ynes was astonished. “Where is this?” Alex told her the truth.

He asked, “What do you think? Do you like it?” “Of course I do… How did you do that? Is there anything that you can’t do, Stanley Batton? I can’t believe that you actually set up half of the city with flowers! All in one night!” “You’re wrong.” “What do you mean?” “It’s not ‘half of the city’. It’s the entire city,” he corrected her. Xyla was instantaneously dumbstruck. The entire city… This meant that all the roads in Atlantis were lined with red roses right now, just like what she saw along the way here.

Beckett replies, his breath hot on my skin. "And what do they want now?" I ask, hoping he doesn't notice how husky my voice has gotten; just the thought of mating with Beckett has my core clenching. If I weren't already wet, my panties would be damp with the dirty thoughts running through my mind. "They're beckoning you to the city of Atlantis. They want to watch as you take your seat on the throne. They want to meet the beauty who stole the heart of the dark, mysterious Sea God."

Chapter 82 Atlantis; Castle As they continue their journey through the outskirts of the city, the merfolk witness a noticeable change in the landscape. The ruins of buildings become more tightly clustered together, suggesting a transition into the central city. Here, the damage inflicted by time and the sea seems less severe compared to the outskirts. It's as if the city had experienced a period of rebuilding after a devastating event, only to be ultimately abandoned to the relentless march of time and the unforgiving depths of the ocean.

The royal sentinels wasted no time as they ushered me away, not even giving me the chance to look back to see whether Jack and Rachel were still there. **** The sentinels pulled me to an unfamiliar part of Atlantis. It could be just my guess but judging from the massive buildings around us, I can only assume that this is the capital city of Atlantis. Emphasis on the city. It was literally an underwater civilization. Though this place uses flying vehicles. As soon as we arrived, the sentinels pushed me into a wide curvature like vehicle that immediately floated after they closed the door. Comparing it to the vehicles flying outside, it was way bigger and moved faster than the rest.

Rose suddenly said with a cold face and both her parent asked in unison; "Who is it?" In the depths of the azure ocean, where sunlight dances through the gentle currents, lies a realm of wonder and enchantment: Atlantica, the submerged jewel of an ancient world. Here, amidst the swaying kelp woodlands and vibrant coral reefs, an ethereal city emerges an architectural marvel that defies imagination.

“Athens are so proud, yet so uncultured! They must be shaped, refined, made prominent like us. Only then will they know their place.” The king lifted the trident skyward, its tips sparking faint blue in the air. “Cassandra, their princess, will marry into our family. Through her, Athens will bow. A marriage shall bind our houses, sealing peace and prosperity!” The men cried out again, fists raised, voices echoing like thunder across the chamber. “Atlantis was born to rule the seas,” he declared, pacing the dais, his voice tightening with fury. “Shall the sunken kingdoms bow to us, yet Athens pretend to stand equal? Destiny does not allow two masters of the waves!”

It was not something even I could deny. “We could use the guise that it’s a private security firm. That way any it wouldn’t be odd if anyone saw guards or people coming and going,” Thompson proposed. That was a great idea. Elle went ahead and added that to the growing ‘List of Epicness’ as she titled it. “Atlanta has the most species diversity in the country. New York has the highest percentage of supernaturals, but vampires and certain demon species have the corner market there. Atlanta, however, has it all except for a large demon and vampire population because they prefer New York,” Janina explained.

She turned around a corner so the scruffy man could not see her escape route and barred the path of any more fireballs. The entire city stood empty. What you would call a ghost town, at least it looked like that on the surface. The vine covered sky-scrapers that used to be full of important and busy people just a couple of hundred years ago, now loomed empty and neglected. They stood tall against the evening light as the auroras danced behind them, the only indicator that a magnetic pole stood on top of them. They looked so sad and lonely. After two kilometers, Alex turned another corner to an old metal bus bench. The paint worn and peeling, but you could just make out the old real-estate ad

(Shambhala local time) Rowan finishes rolling up the meteorite map, then pauses. Rowan (quiet): “There’s an eighth city. They don’t put it on the official maps anymore. Even Shambhala pretends it sank and stayed sunk.” He taps the empty space in the center of the table. A new sigil ignites—deep indigo, shaped like a trident wrapped in a spiral. Rowan: “Atlantis. Still alive. Still pissed. And the only ones who ever managed to break a crown-bearer in half and live to brag about it.”