Romans & histoires Ciel Phantomhive Book Of Atlantic

“Okay. First of all, I'm not free to behave as I want to. Right from when I was a pup, I've always been trained to rule, he hard, dominate and… lack emotions.” “That must be tough,” Chloe commented. “Yes, it is tough,” Harold affirmed. He looked up at her. “We have Geography in Citadel K. Do you know where it is?” “Yeah, it's on the floor above this,” Chloe replied. “Why is K upstairs while the others are down here?” Harold asked. “I wish I could answer that but I don't know why, too.” The both of them began walking to the staircase that led up, to the next floor, where Citadel K was.

Albeit, slowly, it didn’t even make a single sound. My mind instantly trailed back to the book I had previously read in the pack library. ‘There are 4 Reavers that rule the Underworld.’ Raphael was one of the names in the book. I was snapped from my thoughts when I looked up and found myself face to face with an eerily gorgeous man.

And several comets that passed through a luminous ring; connecting massive planet-like stars organised like beads covering Terra Australis. The hidden continent displayed an ethereal prowess no man in the old continents could ever imagine. Still, the colonials had no time to address the natural formalities. Their general had sent them to look for a structure lurking deep in this place. The general had also sent one of her finest leaders and a good friend of hers, Col. Sonia Campbell. They were led by an Iyalaala. A floating crystal kite believed to have been the souls of people who have passed here as their pathfinder.

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

Dacia (soft, urgent): *Go there. Now.* *Take your court.* *If you can speak even one line of the Deep Script before Atlantis surfaces, you will not need to surpass me.* *You will surpass the sea itself.* The connection fades. I’m alone again, heart hammering, crown spinning so fast it hums. Forty percent. Sixty to go. And the oldest city on Earth is already swimming toward me. I stand up. Celeste (out loud, to the empty library, to the mountains, to the coming flood):

Soon she was at her destination, it was an underground library, with more books than the one upstairs. "Vincula." She whispered in Latin, books came off the shelf going to her, gracefully. Lilith took them from the sky, placing them on the table in front of her. They were in Latin, luckily. Looking over them she found, the book, that could explain everything. She opened it and began reading. Bonds: Celestial & Demonic By: Omar Bernard -

Frustration mounted in him as he tried to find a clue. *** Neil Titus, a demon, and the director of the Shadow Crawlers, sat with a grim look as his dark eyes scanned the reports. His thick brown hair was combed back, and his posture radiated concern. With a loud sigh, he got up and smoothed the tailored suit.

Athos let out a sigh and pulled his worn leather journal from his backpack, flipping through the pages until he found the notes about this place. “Island of Vaelith…” he murmured to himself, running his fingers over the scribbled handwriting. “Known for reports of sea creatures… fishermen talk about songs at night and shadows between the waves.” He shook his head, sketching a smile. Sea creatures? Shadows? It all sounded like sailor’s lore, stories meant to scare the unwary. Yet something inside him urged him to explore. It was this thirst for the unknown that had brought him here. With a firm push, he dropped the anchor and jumped onto the damp sand.

“I guess. So long as we both remain alert I see no problem in giving you some answers now.” “Well okay then. Firstly, where exactly are we? I’m guessing that its the standard we’re not on Earth anymore situation?” “That guess would be correct. We are, hopefully, somewhere in the Kingdom of Everaya in the Realm known as Hephaestia.” “Hephaestia? Would that be any relation to the Greek god Hephaestus?” “Well look who is smarter than she looks. You are correct. The god Hephaestus created this realm. All realms are created by a god, the humans from your realm managed to get at least that correct.”

Atlas finished speaking, signaling to Heulwen beside him. Heulwen slowly took out a book, bringing it in front of Bobby. He hadn't picked it up yet, but when he saw Island Z, his eyes flashed, and he picked it up. As soon as he opened the first page, he was extremely surprised and excited, saying: “So the ancient villa on Z Island is yours, no wonder, no wonder I couldn’t find the owner, you hid it so well.” Seeing Bobby’s excited expression, Atlas knew that his plan had succeeded halfway, but it still had to be seen what his decision would be.