Fairy Tail Atlas Novels & Stories

Atlas said with glassy eyes. I nodded, racing through the flowers and dragging him along, eyes wide in awe as the vast estate filled with flowers. I traced all the flowers, my fingers shaking as if they would vanish and this could all be a dream. I knew my life was a nightmare and I hoped Atlas would stick with me, but it became a fairytale and he was in it. MY prince charming was in this fairytale. “Oh, no,no,no,” Atlas said, wiping my tears. “If you start crying now, your tears will be dried up before my second surprise”

We had stepped through a portal into another world. “Ju… what is this place?” Samy’s grip threatened to crush my fingers. I shook my head. I had no words. Then he appeared. Tall, dark blazer over a black shirt with a few buttons undone, hair tied in a low bun. Brown eyes so intense I forgot how to blink. He carried himself like the room had been waiting for him to arrive. “Samantha Jones and Juliet Pierce?” We nodded in perfect sync. “I’m Atlas. Welcome to Paradise.” His mouth curved into the faintest smile, but his eyes stayed cold.

"What did you mean?" "Well, where would she go?" "Not that! Why should I care!" For the first time since we got her back, Atlas agreed to take his eyes off her only to glare daggers at Hades. " Because the fay is up to something!" Atlas huffed in my head, and I swear I could literally hear him roll his eyes in my mind, mumbling and growling about stupid, glorified Tinkerbelles while letting our eyes find Eir again. His interest in him was lost, and the need to see her itched every nerve in our body. Hades kept talking but to deaf ears.

he sighs as he sets the book on the surface of the table, unleashing a small cloud of dust. Together we spend several minutes leafing through the pages, marveling at his mother's incredible mind. "She never got to do half of these things," Atlas mused. "But she couldn't keep from imagining all the things she could do if she had more time." We continue to search together in silence, neither one of us minding the time that passes as we take care of our time looking over the pages. Eventually, we find a page that has been decorated with little stick figures battling sea monsters around a diagram of the chest and its unique titanium design.

“I actually made, -“ The look I give stops Zev from finishing. Zev’s a big nerd who always pays attention. If he’s not making notes, he is writing something down in that journal of his. He never lets me read it, but he knows I’m here whenever he needs to talk, and that’s good enough for the both of us. She goes into her bag to grab the notes, not even questioning my request. She extends her hand to hand me her notes; her tiny wrist looks fragile and pale. It looks as if it would break if I grabbed the notes too quickly. But before I can take the notes, Suzie stops her. “Stop, Raiden. You know all this stuff already. Atalanta comes from a tiny pack in human territory and went to regular schoo

Arsel replied, “he’ll kill thousands and turn you into proof that he was right.” The creature clenched his fists but sat down. Amelie projected the ritual map. The three known anchors glowed: water, stone, and blood. The fourth was still marked by a name. Nami. Bless stepped closer to the map. “The fairies tracked the pulse that emanated from the orphanage’s spire—it’s not heading toward the capital. Nor is it heading toward the Bellamy house.” A green line crossed the map and stopped in the north. My heart tightened before the name appeared.

At least not before now. Celia swallowed. “My mother is hunting today. She’s left with others.” “We’re not here to see Sheeva,” a one–handed Atlas said. Of average height, Atlas had dark hair and slitted dark eyes, a cloth tied around the stump that was his hand. Celia was sure it wouldn’t be long before he could take off the cloth. However, he was now without a hand. “We would like to speak with you,” he said. Celia stared, surprised, and forgetting they were waiting for her to let them in. Jon growled, pushing through them and Celia to let himself in.

At this level, civilizations could alter planar laws, manipulate causality, and even create entirely new universes from nothing. Their immense domains required communication networks and data stations within the Fantasy Dimension, storing civilization data in high-dimensional spaces for instantaneous access. Due to the Infinite Space-Time rules of the Fantasy Dimension, locating an adversary’s information space was virtually impossible. “The Aslant Civilization is gone, but their data archive remains intact… and now, it’s all mine!” Logo chuckled foolishly. Lombart glimpsed this through the rearview mirror, muttering to himself: “Looks like I need to prepare a psychologist for the young mast

My mind kept drifting back to the scroll hidden in the basement, to the runes I had drawn on the floor. I had found the scroll hidden among my grandmother's things after she died. It was ancient, written in a language that had taken me weeks to decipher. It spoke of the Fates—Abraxas, the Fate of Life; Kaius, the Fate of Death; and Ryuu, the Fate of Destiny. The Fates ruled the universe, deciding the course of every life, every death, every destiny. The scroll claimed that one could summon a Fate and ask for a boon. But it came with a warning: to call on a Fate was to risk death. I didn't care about the risk. If I didn't do something, I would be exposed as a Shade during my first shift, and