Chick From Atlantis Novels & Stories

” Thalasso looked tired. The hologram flared, then lions could be seen swimming frantically through flooded streets, women and children scrambling into boats, towers collapsing into the rising sea. “The earth tore itself apart. Atlantis sank in chaos. Athens had wanted to claim Atlantis’s power, but Cassandra’s vengeance burned too bright.” His voice seemed fragile. ”The sea God itself seemed to become angry, and what was meant to be a victory… became our doom as an earthquake hit us, a reversed reaction from the reactor.”

"Abatrose and his family could move in with me. It's been lonely here since...since so many didn't make it." Atlantis has many surprises you don't know about yet, She can still fly, if 'The Order' does come. I can fly us all to another world." If you decide to fight She has weapons. I'd hate to see that though, our original mission was to help protect Earth."

Harris' mouth opened and closed a few times and Atticus chuckled as he rubbed his back. “Yeah, dragon chickens look a little different. You should see the size of the eggs these suckers lay!” Atticus said, remembering he couldn't wrap both hands around an egg when he was a kid. Not even his grandmother could wrap her hands completely around one. “All right, are you guys ready?” Atticus asked as he laced his fingers with Harris’ and prepared to summon a portal. “Yeah, we're ready,” Adonis said as he began pulling his clothes off, causing Atticus and Harris to raise their eyebrows.

But he didn’t know that by sending her out, she will come running to me. But of course, Sin isn’t stupid enough to send her out alone. My eyes move from the woman to the three young men running behind her. One, I recognize. And his name is Atlas. Dark skin, and curly short hair, cropped on his head. He used to be a part of the Vampire Kingdom, but he managed to escape to work for Sin. And that is mainly because Sin promised him freedom to feed on whomever he wanted. Sin knew how powerful Atlas was, even though the kid looked like a loser with his lean physique and playful personality. He needed Atlas by his side to make his Kingdom stronger, so he sacrificed humans for Atlas to feed on.

I sat down and asked he asked what I would like to eat but I replied him that I don't know any human food the only thing we ate in Atlantica is fishes and shrimps and we drank flower juices so I have no idea what humans foods tastes. He left and went to a human boy who was standing at the corner and my eyes followed him as he came back with what it called food. "Here dig in" he said and gave me two sticks but I didn't know how to use it so I dropped it on the table and used by bare hands and scope the food that looks like worms into my mouth. "How do humans eat worms" I thought. Since my leaf boy also eats it, then I will too. "Mother of Atlantica!!!!!! I exclaimed immediately the food came

At first I was just watching. *]:pointer-events-auto scroll-mt-[calc(var(--header-height)+min(200px,max(70px,20svh)))]" dir="auto" data-turn-id="03b34ae8-9022-40fa-9f53-0220221df68d" data-testid="conversation-turn-428" data-scroll-anchor="false" data-turn="assistant"> Atlas moved like a storm in the cage. Fast. Violent.

"I kept all your things in our old house! Your books, your clothes, that music box you loved—I kept it all!" "Elena, please have mercy on me! Come back with me! We can start over! We can build a new bond!" His voice was thick with despair and madness. Looking at this once-arrogant man reduced to such a state, the guests reacted with either pity or disgust. Faced with this sudden intrusion, Cade’s eyes narrowed. He instinctively released his Alpha King aura to shield me in his arms. The overwhelming pressure made everyone present gasp for air. Even Damien stopped struggling and fell to his knees, trembling.

His crew mirrored him, following his movements and body's fluidity at once—until their music cut mid-drop. “Again?” Pete growled, turning to face the studio glass. Sure enough, the ballet class on the other side had flipped the speaker connection. Their music—something orchestral and older than God himself, drifted in, reverberating through the glass. A cluster of ballet dancers lined up, chuckling softly in their flats, eyes darting toward them like they were wild animals they had to endure. And at the center, as always, was William Whitlock. With his curly hair, sculpted cheekbones, and the smugness of someone born to look down on people.

The thugs all fell to their knees at the pressure from the energy. Boris went pale with fright as he yelled into the air. "Who? Who is it?" "It's me." A deep voice rumbled. A burly figure descended from the sky. It was Atlas, one of the Four Great War Gods! Earlier, he and Sean had separated. Atlas had gone left, while Sean had gone right. However, Atlas hadn't found Vanessa after circling once, so he had come to look for Sean when he had seen what was happening in the alley.

Alette's face lit up momentarily, but she snuffed it before he could see. I waited eagerly, practically bouncing from foot to foot as Atlas took a few deep breaths. He flexed his fingers, and then his muscular arms and broad shoulders. When he opened his eyes, I swore the blue shimmered just a little--or maybe it glowed, I wasn't sure. The sound of rock grinding against rock filled the air, and then water erupted from the earth.