City Of Atlantis Novels & Stories

The world had ended two years ago, and somehow, Jesse still hadn’t died. He blamed Marcus for that. Marcus, with his stupid muscles, gorgeous face, and unwillingness to die no matter how many zombies tried to use his guts as an offal meal. They were holed up in a half-collapsed roadside motel in Nowhere, Nebraska. The sky outside was smeared with blood-red clouds and ash. Their last meal had been nearly expired protein bars and something that might’ve been squirrel or worst—a sewer rat.

Caspian said. “Is it hard for you?” I asked, the sound still piercing my ears. He shook his head. “I am one of the few who was sensitive to it at first.” “So, where do we go from here?” I asked. “We’re going there.” He pointed down to what you would think was the literal castle from Atlantis, the Lost City. It was carved entirely out of rock and coral but still stood tall and grandiose. It almost put the Fira Castle to shame, almost.

Hearing this made feel very sad knowing that he probably made a mistake in trying to sneak out of Atlantis, " look maximus am sorry okay, but I heard her voice last night and she gave me an automatum, I need to head back to them. " And with that he left through the city gate and swam out of the city, he went out through the city gate at the top, now Atlantis has a gate on top of it , because it is built from up to down the sea ground. He appeared on the shores of an Island, and shocked everybody on the island because they literally saw him walk out of the sea.

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’d shatter, become the monster I despised—my father’s spitting image, a man who’d let his own ambition and greed fuel his endless vendettas against his own family, raging against the world until nothing remained but echoes of what he’d destroyed. I couldn’t let that darkness claim me. Not when she was my light. To turn in to a man who’d waged his own wars with himself and ended up alone. The scene shifted, the holograms expanding into a panoramic view of Atlantis in its prime. Concentric rings of water and land gleamed under a golden sun, towers of orichalcum piercing the sky. Crowds cheered in vast plazas, red flowers blooming in crystal gardens, their essence fueling machines that lifted

I stayed breathing and even Nova on the weapon platform let her harpoon sink. Atlantis was before us. It was not an ancient city of white marble columns. It was a monument of Survival will of the Old World. A gigantic, semi-spherical dome a cloudy, extremely thick macro glass, enclosed in a skeleton of indestructible Consortium titan. The dome was half in the black mud of the trench wall embedded, gigantic enough to host an entire metropolis. But the most fascinating thing was not the construction itself. It was what was in Inside the dome.

Because life was back to Atlantis again nowadays. Construction work was advancing smoothly now. Sea folks flocked to Atlantis from around the seven sees for the honors of participating in the movement to bring glory back to the dignified city. It was long overdue. Everyone was emotional about it. The dark millennium that had fallen over the city was about to be lifted now. A new sea essence was about to take over. Life would pulse through Atlantis again; strong immortal beings were about to join the immortal world. Had there ever been better mortal days? Most certainly not.

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.

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

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.