Atla Ursa Novels & Stories

Ursa’s nostrils flare as she inhales sharply. “Fine,” she snaps as she flips open Atremi’s box with a startling slam and then reaches inside to pull another set of “tools” from within it. “Be ready with a rescue vessel. He might need medical attention.” Handing a set over to her mate, they place a set of fins on each ankle right before biting a shining disk between their teeth. A thick membrane billows out from the disk until it inflates into a bubble large enough to surround and seal their heads within small domes that shine with a strange iridescence in the morning sunlight.

Atlas sat up slightly as they entered. “Alpha Hawke, I’m doctor Anna Milton. I specialize in Omega Rejection Sickness. We’d like to check the pup to see how it’s doing.” “Yea, anything you need to do,” Atlas said. He began to sit up more but Meg shook her head. “No, alpha, you need to stay there. We can work around you. I’ll help you get her in place so we can do the ultrasound.” Atlas nodded and relaxed. Together they were able to maneuver Anais onto his back and into the crook of Atlas’ arm. He rubbed his chin over Anais’s head and brushed his hand over her shoulder.

Rachel asked and I had to laugh at her expression. "My magical globe. I control the water. ..and also practice witchcraft. It was a talent from my Nana. That was how I got here. I can open portals that can lead u anywhere" She announced "Aren't you just lucky?" Rachel mumbled again. "So now you are here, you found Rosella, what next?" That was the exact thing on my mind. "Well I have to take her home. That's why I'm here in the first place. To bring her back to her Homeland"

She fears that if Calleb and Accashia mated successfully and if the crescent mark appeared on both of their forehead then she’ll be defeated in just a snap of a finger. But this time, she will be more careful about it. And the first thing she needs to do is to never let Accashia trust or mate with Calleb. And when the perfect idea came to her mind, Ursula let out a crooked smile. “I believe there are still lost Spirits in the land of Walakya… I wonder if the spirit of the Ram hasn’t picked up my little lamb yet…” ===============

"Who is he again?" Thaila asks as she goes to stand behind me as Atlas steps into the room, and Shaun follows in his steps. How do I introduce him? As a fellow werewolf, a future Alpha, like that would mean anything to her, or my ... whatever that he is friend or soulmate. "This is Atlas, and the one behind him is Shaun." She watches them carefully, inspecting every movement and the way they breathe.

“Nah. No need. We're all gentlemen. We keep our word.“ The Russians stood and had a handshake with Chad. “Call us when you get more deals for us.“ “Sure. Have a safe trip.“ ***** Ursula stepped out of the elevator, sashaying to Arthur's office. The hallway was dark and quiet. The moon illuminated some corners. It was almost impossible to believe anyone was still here. But Ursula was convinced that he was here. She'd gone to his apartment but he wasn't there. Knowing how much of a workaholic he was, it wasn't hard to guess that he was here in his company. Ursula swung her hips in a perfect rhythm. Her short skirt flapped against her thighs with every move. Her blonde hair was in a neat bun. H

It should not be a surprise that it would take some time to recoup. Omegas, even when altered and suppressed chemically, were biologically made to respond to Alphas. This is a simple biology, nothing more. She sat at her CommNet station as she connects to the information portal in a try to distract herself. But the moment that her fingers stroked the pad, she keyed in “Ceres House” as a search keyword. It returned no results. Maybe she had just visualized the entire thing. And it was not even feasible for her to look up the Alpha that had paid for the benefit of spanking and fingering her. Without a name or even a position, he was totally anonymous. That was likely intended on his part.

The Atlas Mountains are a series of mountain ranges extending for almost 2,000 kilometers across North Africa, passing through Morocco, Algeria, and Tunisia. Before being applied to the mountain, Greek Ἄτλας–Ἀτλαντ- (= Atlas–Atlant-) was the name of a member of the older family of gods, who was supposed to hold up the pillars of the universe, and later of one of the Titans, condemned to bear up the heavens, or, in other forms of the legend, the earth.

The way she said my name, “hope you're okay,” I nodded. “You fought well,” I said, keeping my tone neutral. Her lips curved slightly, but there was something unreadable in her gaze. “Guess It's because I'm learning from the best.” I exhaled. “You’re strong. No one can deny that now.” The warriors from the village thanked us. Informing that the hunters kidnapped most of their female children. One of the warriors Asked who we were. “ I am Elara, the Lunar Alpha.” she responded.

Rochelle Training with Ursala was pure hell and worse than anything I’ve endured my first 9 months. During this month I had to learn how to be, what she calls, a proper lady. Being taught how to walk, sit, stand and even excuse yourself to pee had my mind whirling at the pure stupidity of it all. Ursala chuckled lightly, “it seems unreasonable, but it comes in useful when you are securing a high society socialite, a movie star at an event or you’re an actual escort for one of our many high rollers.”