City Of Atlantis Novels & Stories

"I must leave Lagos, I must go far away, far from Elegushi, far from that Devil! He must not know about my baby. I will raise it, no matter what it turned out to be." That was what she said as she packed her bags and all her belongings and fled from Lagos where her trouble resides. She had to leave, she has to go far away from where the water demon can smell no aura of hers. Hmm... I think I know you guys will be wondering who or what this mysterious waterman is, well, I guess I should take you guys on a little dive into the past, and let you have an idea of how it all began.

Ceto liked true creature comforts. “Ah, Harry. To what do I owe the pleasure?” She swept a taloned—that is, manicured—hand before her, indicating the kowtowing area of the orchestra pit in front of her. When the previous dynasty had ruled Atlantis, this building had been the in place. Full of hedonism and free spirits, it’d been their final corruption. The gods had reclaimed the throne for Poseidon’s heirs and moved Atlantis under Bermuda, giving Ceto, he’d heard, the opportunity to get this place for a song. Literally.

“It’s just a myth, though. Kind of like Atlantis.” “What was it?” Ava asked. “What happened to it?” Reyes rubbed the back of his neck as he thought, “Oof, I haven’t thought about this story in forever! Legend has it that a couple of hundred years ago, there was an island located somewhere off the coast of South America. But it was big, more like the size of a state. Anyway, it was large enough to hold a single massive city that was ruled by a democracy. There was a panel of representatives that were voted in by all species.”

Her heart started beating faster, as she finally began to feel like she was onto something. The mythical city of Atlantis, of course, can be looked at in two ways. One is as a myth, a metaphor for some greater civilization, some place we strive to attain to as humans. The other is a real place, a place swept underwater, perhaps by a flood, or by a volcano or some other catastrophic event. The notion of a lost city, though, is not so far-fetched. Consider the lost libraries. Alexandria burned to the ground, taking with it half of our civilization’s scholarship. And what of the Hall of Records—fact or fiction? Caitlin blinked, processing it all. She’d never hear

* Niklause asked, *You could fit about twenty of your islands inside it, it's huge! Niklaus's expression turned thoughtful, his eyes narrowed in consideration. *But, King Abatrose, what about the risks? You mentioned that some would seek to use Raven's powers for their own gain. Who are they, and what do they want?* King Abatrose's image turned grave, his voice low and mysterious. *There are those who seek to exploit the power of Atlantis for their own purposes. They are a secret society, known only as 'The Order'. They have been searching for the mother ship for centuries, and they will stop at nothing to claim its power for themselves. She must not fall into their hands, this ship is our f

Zoran was livid before tremblingly pointed at Rachel’s back and yelled. However, Rachel was long gone. … Meanwhile, in the New World’s Atula City. Atula City was located at the westernmost corner of the New World. At the moment, tradesmen and merchants were coming and going in an endless stream at the Atula City’s gates. The main streets of Atula City were bustling with life too. Atop the city tower, a few guards were leaning lazily against it under the sun feeling sleepy. “Quickly, look! What’s that?”

Lucas said and he was still grinning. "You're always excited." Gen. "This is our first time," Alucard promised. "I know bro, I'm excited to see the land," Clint promised with a smile. "Of course, all of us are excited," Alice promised. "I am more excited than you guys," Franco commented. "Shut it, Franco." Jules is Sita. "......" Denver. "......" Cayden. "Why was it called Sunken' City of Atlantis?" I still ask them. Of course, I heard about it in greek mythology and, strangely, the name of the place became that. Just the same?

(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.”