Galatea Novels & Stories

Selene alerts me. We both go inside of a massive building all made of white marble with golden and silver veins that shone gently when the door was opened. We walk straight to the biggest door at the end of the luxurious and neat hallway. It had smaller doors on both sides made of noble wood with frames made of pure gold. Selene whispers something in Latin and the door slowly opens with a loud noise. "Excuse us. I hope we're not that late." Selene greets the other gods and goddesses that are all seated around a long table. She guided me to a chair at one of the ends of the table and took her seat among those divine beings.

He walked pass Yntreia, watching one of the mermen, a handkerchief in his hand, doing a magic trick. “Come and join me Ellaine. They’re amazing!” Her eyes were trained on the magician and the smile on her face was a bit wistful. She must really be hypnotized. “Yo ho ho! Drop the anchor and tie up the mizzens!” The captain ascended the stairs. At his command, sound of scrambling feet against wood, cheers and grunts of men, and banging of equipments reverberated. Aquilus made a sound of amazement, “Behold, the renowned Virsathen!”

Dacia stands beside me, arms folded, looking younger and more afraid than I’ve ever seen her. Dacia (soft, almost embarrassed): *The Deep Script isn’t mine.* *It’s Atlantean.* *Poseidon himself gave it to the first bearer when Atlantis tried to drown the world.* *He… tried to help me the way Rowan helps you now.* *He failed.* *I still drowned half of Europe before the crown shattered itself to stop me.* I stare at her. Then at the tablet. Then back at her. Celeste (deadpan): “Hold up.”

look mundane. She was a woman made of liquid magma and cooling glass. Her hair was a crown of white-hot steam, and her eyes were two pits of sapphire flame. She didn't look like Elena or her sisters; she looked like the Earth itself had tried to sculpt a goddess out of spite. "Gaia," Mona whispered, her chronicle-mind identifying the forbidden name. "The Sixth. The 'Purge' sister." The Face-Slap of the Planet As the pod doors opened, the heat was a physical blow. Alexander stepped out first, his body flickering with the violet residue of his "Anchor" status, shielding Leo and Elena.

Escuro approached, her golden hair shimmering like a warning beacon. “Who is this man?” Estrela asked, her voice carrying effortlessly across the distance. The dockworker released Amr with a shove, sending him stumbling backward. “I am Mar, Captain of the Galaana fleet and I demand you release my daughter at once,” Mar said dusting off his clothes. The dockworkers exchanged glances, their vacant smiles faltering for the first time. The name Galaana carried weight even on this godforsaken island. Estrela moved closer to him, her steps graceful and unhurried. She stopped a few paces away, her golden eyes scanning him with a cold, analytical precision. “A captain,” she said, her voice smooth as

says Camilla, her perfectly manicured fingers making a circular movement around her stomach. “you’re hungry huh” asks Charlie. “yeah, you?, maybe we can go get something to eat” Camilla is a teacher, a lecturer to be specific, and Charlie always felt embarrassed walking with her, seeing her up in the classroom is enough for her, so with that thought in mind, Charlie walks away from her space and stalks toward the nearby grocery shop, “just a little bit of peace and quiet” she mutters under her breath, taking her already battered signature pink air pods and put it in her ears, she’s about putting the other in but she gets intercepted, already sensing the two huge pigs standing both beside he

there was a round of applause as Constantine stood up and walked to the runaway "Good afternoon everybody," he said in a deep voice "I present to you my new collection," he said removing the ribbon as he shouted 'Eulalia'. There was a standing ovation as people applauded I just remained in my seat surprised and awed. My eyes were on Constantine and his eyes were on me, he just smiled at me. This was why he didn't want to tell me the name because he used my name. This melted my heart, I was so stunned. Constantine came back to his seat beside me while the models walked the runway in the lingerie set

Hehe, sorry" Calvin rolled his eyes. "Like I was saying, 7. Ijus their king, Leluna, the goddess of the moon, and also Ijus twin sister. Galax, Asili, Selene, Kaios, and the seventh, the deity Eris. Eris is Kaios's twin sister." They gasped at the new information.

Viennashal Iminz Goddess of Peace and High Ruler of Galaxia Prime stood out on one of the many balconies of her palace as she gazed out at the city of Alterria. Buildings that stretched high into the clouds and shined bright of the sparkling metal crystal as old as the Realm. She watched the dozens of traffic lanes full of hovercraft and airspeeders making their way from one sector of Galaxia to another. She closed her eyes and for a moment tuned out all the sounds of the city, she concentrated on the beings within the palace. She quickly was able to place her eight royal handmaidens, her valiant protectors who had been trained since childhood to protect her.

Slowly and terrified to look I was forced to listen to the delicious voice, he sounded so much like an Alpha my wolf had no chose but make me look. When I finally looked up I saw a man standing next to Alpha Maxwell with beautiful dark grey eyes, dark brown hair well maintained, well kept sexy stubble giving off a manly vibe, maple syrup coloured skin that you just wanted to eat up with your waffles. He looked like a sex God as he stood there in black jeans and white shirt that clung to his very muscly body. He was what you thought about when you think of a sexy warrior man. I wanted to run into his large arms so he could protect me from all evil.