Disney Atlantis: Milo Novels & Stories

"Milo?" The screens filled with static, then a grainy image formed. A boy sat in a room made of old web pages. He had dark curls, a hoodie two sizes too large, and eyes that looked thirteen forever. Around his wrists were black paper bands. Behind him, the Tail's debt ledger breathed. Aaliyah made a sound she would have denied in court. Milo smiled weakly. "You got taller." She laughed and cried at the same time. "You stayed short."

The smell of fear only grew as he searched for an opening to escape. "No, we can't stay here," Milo muttered to himself, then made a feeble attempt to run for the forest. Dainin tried to run after him, but Tessa held him back. He found it strange that no one else made a move to capture him. “Are they just going to let him get away,” his wolf asked in confusion, then Tessa’s voice sounded beside him. "Do it," Tessa uttered with a raised hand, and in seconds a soft whir pierced through the air, and Milo collapsed in an unconscious heap to the ground with a dart protruding from his neck.

When they were finished with my neck and face, Milo smiled over at me. "There's my girl." He stood from behind his desk, shrugging on his fancy black jacket. "Ready to go? The car is waiting." As we rode down the elevator together, Milo's hand on the small of my back, I couldn't help but wonder what Alexander was doing at that exact moment. "Remember, you're no longer MelissaDunkens. You're Mia Starr." Milo's hot breath on my neck sent cold chills down my spine. I knew who I was, but did he?

Third Person's POV Adelaide seized the opening. Her whip lashed out like a lightning strike, coiling tight around Milo's neck before she yanked him backward with a bone-crushing tug! Milo lost his balance instantly, stumbling and crashing to his knees right in front of her. Standing under the dim, yellow glow of a streetlamp, Adelaide looked down at him, her lips curling into a mocking smirk. "So, you're Milo Fernandez, the Commander of the Western Royal Guard. You lost."

His own personal weapons of mass destruction and world domination. Isaak tilts his head, and lets go of my arm. He moves forward, slipping a key card out of his pocket to open the suite. “Come in, boy. We need to talk.” I was beginning to wonder if he actually knew my name, because he hadn’t referred to it much since we met. “Milo.” He looks over his shoulder, shrugging off his suit jacket. His face had question marks all over it. “My name is Milo.” He gives me a dry smile, looking more indifferent than amused. “Charmed.”

Maybe it's just me being a typical human who isn't content with anything, always wanting what you don't have, but once you have it, you get bored easily. Milo has become my head servant or a eunuch when I was asked whom I would like to serve me, and thankfully, Waian willingly gave him to me, but knowing that mate of mine, he was just being possessive as always. He knows that Milo doesn't see me that way and he was safe to be with me at all times. Waian already warned me that he will be possessive over me. He couldn't help it because it's his wolf's nature.

Then, deep inside, with so much anger and dismay, she swore: "I will make all of you pay for what you'll did to me. You all threw me out of your lives when I needed you'll all the most. But don't you worry Killian, I will prove both you and my parents wrong. I will show you all that I'm not a disgrace. I am Mila Throndsen and I won't back down till I win...

The maids reassured me with a smile, as they said that it’s gonna be okay. After hours of exhausting training, Damien and his parents entered the training grounds; and the very first thing that caught their eye was the sight of me pulling the gun’s trigger, and ended up shooting next to the bull’s eye. They looked at me with amusement, and soon after, Damien walked closer to me with a proud look on his face. “Not bad,” he smirked. I looked back at him, as I smiled. Damien’s eyes were fixed on me; not a second of turning away. We’re like lovers who hold the most genuine feelings towards each other. A model having an affair with one of the strongest mafia bosses in the world. What could be pos

They believe he will never will. They will win. Princess Eleejah stood stunned as the army men of Atlantis positioned themselves against the enemies, carried by their winglies, passing her tower as they maneuvered by. It was at this time that Milo, one of the three generals of Atlantis, saw the young princess. Quickly, he maneuvered his wingly towards the tower, calling out to her in a stern voice. "Milo!" she called out in her meek little voice.

"Tony open your eyes and follow us after ten steps." And with this Mila turned and trodded away. Arthur caught up to her and saw Tony had started moving only after Mila was ten steps ahead. "What was that?" Arthur asked, baffled. he looked a little scared. "Tony is enchanted. The one who sees my face is forced to obey me. I had run away from Collins pack because the alpha there was planning to expand his territory by using me as his weapon," Mila informed. Arthur's jaw dropped at these words. It was clear to Mila that Arthur could not believe it, but the proof was right in front of him.