Novel & Cerita Dc Atlantean

“No problem. I’m not in a rush, so you can keep ogling me. But the gate will close soon.” Darina’s blood froze. She hadn’t even seen the gate yet, but something told her the arrogant stranger could help her pass it. The question was—could she trust him? Her instincts screamed that he wasn’t someone to trust easily. “Who are you?” she hissed, narrowing her eyes. “I am Atlas, a spirit, and your guide. But I’m not sure I want to be your guide after you attacked me,” he said coolly. “You grabbed me,” she hissed back. “Pervert.”

I finally find my voice to shout at him. “Yes!” He screams back. “For the time being, both you and Lenox are a danger to the life of your daughter, God damn it! Atlas is a blood-thirsty hellcat, the last of his kind, and the only reason why his species didn’t survive is because the fathers ate their offspring! And you? Think you are innocent? The leech you befriended can take over, it can shut you out and you won’t even remember anything it makes you do! Do you remember how you tried to kill Ophelia?”

Nathan: “Any news from Donatello?” I asked Carter who shook his head. We had our men roaming around, searching for news about the Italian; however, the man seemed to have disappeared, like literally, no news of him was found anywhere. “Not at all, some say that he went back to Italy, but we haven’t found any records of him going to the airport, and his planes are all here. He’s probably at his mansion, or having something new for his new businesses” I nodded, chewing the inside of my mouth before dismissing Carter. I still had four meetings to go today, and knowing that one of my main investors and allies wouldn’t be there was a problem that I didn’t want to think of dealing with. The idea o

The word sounded weird in my mouth. "It's what we call the people who's blood passes the minimum requirement to use our Atlantean abilities." A man with dyed green hair and sea green eyes said. "My name is Watson, by the way." He reached out a hand for me to shake. It took it. "I asssume you met Jack." He pointed to the guy, who was now pouting at Skyr. "Then there's Emily." He said and pointed to the girl beside me. Emily smiled is a petite girl with freackles on her cheek. By the looks of her I can guess that she's half Asian and American. "Hey!" She smiled and shook my hand in greeting. "It's been so long since we had a new freir."

With this casual remark, everyone was bewildered, casting disdainful glances at Hazelyn. I saw Hazelyn already petrified, her eyes unable to shift away from Atlas's handsome face. As for Gabriel, his eyes were fixed on Atlas's figure. The imposing aura emanating from him left Gabriel dumbfounded. Just then, a man recognized Atlas and exclaimed, "Mr. Atlas, it’s you!” Someone asked the man, "Who is he?" "This is Mr. Atlas Pierce, CEO of ATL Empire." The man joyfully exclaimed, clearly pleased to have recognized him.

And I would not allow that—not for myself, not for Dante, Dahlia, or Delaney. At one point, Atlas approached, moving through the masked crowd with deliberate intent. His eyes scanned every face, his posture confident, his voice calm but commanding. He paused near a guest, asking questions, interacting with the masked staff, his focus sharp. I kept my distance, my mind calculating every possible scenario.

The stranger’s lips quirked into a smile, one that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Carter, Owner of Carter Enterprises.” The words landed like a puck to the chest. Atlan’s pulse spiked. This wasn’t the graying billionaire he’d studied at 30,000 feet. “Umm… you don’t quite fit the description of George Carter,” Atlan said, narrowing his eyes skeptically. “I was expecting someone with at least a sprinkle of white hair. You look way too young to be the man I’ve seen plastered all over the tabloids unless, of course, you’re secretly a vampire.”

She completes us, and we both know we’re the same for her. I was waiting for Atlas to come out with the most beautiful living woman on earth in the room with Valerian when the door cracked open. My head snapped up just as Atlas stepped in. I could see Dahlia walking right behind him. “Now,” Atlas took a deep breath as if he had just risen to the surface of the ocean after diving in too deep. “Who wants a fucking beer?” He started, getting the tension off the air. “Fuck yeah,” Valerian replied, standing up and walking towards Atlas.

the taller and angrier one among the four spoke up. His name is Atlas. He has an olive skin tone and he has a small scar underneath the right side of his chin. The other three are named as, Miles, Rico, and Lorenzo. Rose sighed. For some odd reason, Rose is still ignoring Sylvia. She is not feeling the same anger that she felt that morning when Sylvia insulted Russell.

Within its hallowed halls, the echoes of vibrant gatherings and intellectual oration resonate, a testament to the city's thirst for knowledge and cultural enlightenment. The denizens of Atlantica are a people of grace and wisdom. Clad in flowing garments woven from shimmering sea silk, they glide effortlessly through the water, their movements reminiscent of ballet. Their luminous eyes reflect a profound understanding of the mysteries of the deep, and their voices, melodious and resonant, reverberate through the currents, creating an otherworldly symphony.