Books On Atlantis Novels & Stories

News like that would have spread all over the word, especially if everyone carried a phone. “Well excuse me for being surprised at seeing it with my own eyes,” she said with a huff. “Where are you two from, anyway?” he asked. “Albion,” I blurted. He slowed the cab and stared at me through the rearview mirror, his blue eyes hard. Albion was to supernaturals as Atlantis was to humans. They knew it existed, but no one could locate the small country. According to the history books, four Gaulish warriors left Britain during the Roman occupation, fought the Norse god of the sea, and stole his island.

Neptune's electronic voice echoed through the air, "King Abatrose is approaching at top speed, 500 meters off our shores! Niklaus and I exchanged a look of anticipation, I quickly settled the twins in their crib. Niklaus and I rushed to the shore to greet him. We watched with great pride as they emerged from the ocean, his powerful strokes propelling him forward with urgency. "It's here!" he exclaimed, breathing heavily as he reached us. "Atlantis just appeared two hours ago. We swam around her, and she seemed intact, but the doors remained sealed, defying our attempts to unlock them."Atlantis has been warping in semi-random places since her last Queen submerged the ship back in 10,000 B.C.

” Domenico said cleverly. I stifled a laugh ”yes, maybe he would” I grabbed a nearby map, my fingers tracing the Balearic chain—Mallorca, Ibiza, Menorca. “It makes sense tho. Plato said Atlantis had vast resources, metals like orichalcum. If it sank, the ‘bleeding’ would leave traces in the seabed creating mineral-rich zones.” Raffaele looked at me with intrigue.

I'm no longer the King of Terra Crevasse, for Christ's sake. "My King, please forgive them to unable to tell you what I told them." The woman started. "They're still in shock, I presume. However, let me tell you what exactly I told them." Jevro and I both exhaled. Can she just tell it directly? Why so many chitchats? "Atlantis is currently under attack." Well that's shocked both Jevro and I. We actually jolted too and even both blurted the word, "what?!"

I couldn't help but wonder if Valen lurked in the shadows, immersed in some urgent task or contemplation. Reaching the end of a shelf, my gaze fell upon a stack of books, their titles a tantalizing invitation to exploration. Yet, it was the bold letters of "Atlas" that beckoned to me like a siren's call. With a swift motion, I plucked the tome from its resting place, cradling it in my arms like a precious treasure. Making my way to a nearby table, I carefully laid the book down, anticipation bubbling within me like a dormant volcano ready to erupt.

And then he walked out of the room with no sense of direction at all. The princess had spent all night in the library, trying to find out what she could about the Athànatoi. Had to know the enemy, she figured. She had come across a book titled 'The Athànatoi through the times,' according to the book they had lived among mortals, the only distinction was the colour of their eyes, they were red, deep bloody red. They lived among men, did everything like they did, but they only mated with their own kind. She'd gotten to the part where the book began to talk about why the Athànatoi parted with man in the first place, but those parts were in a language she didn't understand, she stewed in her fru

(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.”

Donato and Princess Elowen rode through the moonlit forest, their horses slowing as shadows emerged ahead, armed riders with the crest of Atlan glinting on their armor. The leader stepped forward, his voice heavy with old hatred. "Where is the book?" Donato dismounted, his eyes unreadable. "I knew you vultures would be waiting. Tell me, what's in that book that scares you so much? It belongs to the Moranos, not the Atlans or anyone else." The Atlan master's jaw tightened. "That book carries the curse of power. The Moranos used it once to conquer our ancestors. We will not let history repeat itself. The book must be destroyed."

The Atlas Mountains are a series of mountain ranges extending for almost 2,000 kilometers across North Africa, passing through Morocco, Algeria, and Tunisia. Before being applied to the mountain, Greek Ἄτλας–Ἀτλαντ- (= Atlas–Atlant-) was the name of a member of the older family of gods, who was supposed to hold up the pillars of the universe, and later of one of the Titans, condemned to bear up the heavens, or, in other forms of the legend, the earth.