Atla Icons Novels & Stories

“Don’t you have training to do?” “It’s not nearly as fun as watching you.” I countered, pouting just a bit. My eyes found the tattoo that started at his shoulder and snaked down his back. A scaled dragon, full of razor-sharp teeth and eyes glistening with intelligence. Its tail was curled around his waist, and ended in a tuft of dangerous points. Atlas’s tattoo seemed much brighter now; definitely brighter than the faded blue it had been in the past. His dragon, it looked as though it were made from ice.

Fix all the broken things around the pack lands and removing all the rubble and broken trees. More importantly we spent it helping the families that had lost someone and supporting those that had lost their mate as that was one of the hardest things to ever having to deal with, literally loosing the other part of your soul, no one could ever fully recover from that and most chose not to stay in this world.

“You mean… whatever I like? But, what if they don’t like it? I…” “They called you, Peekaboo. If they wanted some random cliche designs, they could have gotten any other designer,” Atlas reassured me, rubbing his forehead against mine. “They’ll love it. I mean, I have a high taste and I love you, right?” I chuckled, standing straight. “Alright then!” I picked up my sketch pad. “Let’s get back to work, team!” Atlas turned on a vinyl player and soft 90’s music filled the room as I restarted the sketches. I named each after a memory, and I hoped brides would love it.