Atla Ursa Novels & Stories

“The beast, the Alpha, had already mated and knotted with me many times! He took me repeatedly for hundreds of years! He knotted inside me and spilled his seed — I am marked for life and that makes him mine!” The young lady scoffed. “Then where’s the mark the Alpha gave you?” “Huh.” The smile on Ursula’s lips falls and she snaps, “Mark of the Alpha…” She retorted, mocking Accashia. “Mark, mark, mark — I don’t care for the mark!” Ursula snapped. “I am the Mate of the Bathal!” She looked down at the man and stared at his black yet unblinking eyes that stared off the distance. “He knotted inside me — and that’s enough!”

My thumb, brushing the wolf head on it. “This is a Northern Crest,” I mumbled. Double checking it. Athaliah is clearly from the east. She was born and raised in the east. Got mated to an Eastern Alpha. There was no reason for her to possess a Northern Crest.“Why does she have this? Is there something about her identity that I do not know?”

"Cody, war is already here. It is on your door step. You must face it and win. We will stand beside you when the time comes. We must get to the luna lilies before the Ghost does. Let's get up and find them. You said they were in this meadow. Will you show me the way?" Ursa rises off the ground and shakes the grass from her mane. She looks just like a horse, but her golden horn and ability to talk to humans and werewolves sets her apart from her wild lesser cousins, the horses. "Yes, I will show you. They are down over there under that large oak tree in the center of the field." Queen Ursa follows behind me and the wind changes directions. It blows the way the queen walks. The birds follow he

Atlas glanced back at me and softly said, "Hold on tight, This road is a bit long. Swarms of insects flew overhead in the dark light, resembling a downpour. I couldn't help but remember Atlas's words, "Mosquitoes as big as golf balls." Now, it seemed not exaggerated at all. "Honey, is this the road to the base?" I leaned forward and clutched onto his seat. "No, it's a remote village. Then we need to enter the forest from here to reach their base," Atlas said, glancing at me and patting my hand. "We'll have to go through the forest later. Sit tight!"

James entered the Ursa Universe the next instant. With every step, James glided swiftly and smoothly through several galaxies. Soon enough, he reached his destination, the Ursa Realm. In a flash, James found the entrance to the Ursa Raceʼs Headquarters. The Ursas had an astonishingly large headquarters as their people had chosen to build it in a mountainous area. James could see several spiritual mountains from where he was standing. A gigantic stone tablet was erected right beside the entrance to the headquarters. The word “Ursa” was carved on the tablet in an archaic script.

The Luna typically wears a white dress to represent the blessing of the Moon Goddess and would walk down an aisle through the middle of all the pack members healthy enough to make it. Noticing my discomfort at all the stares, Atlas makes a beeline straight to a small lift, big enough to hold only a handful of wolves at a time. He closed the decorative wrought-iron gate before pushing the button for the top floor. He gently sets me on my feet facing him and holds my hands lightly in his as he peppers them with kisses.

He didn't look away; he just tracked me with a look that was intense and hungry. I’m so sorry. The thought that he saw me as a challenge made my pride flare, even as Selah retreated. My lips pulled into a tiny smirk. 'Not mine,' she muttered. "I know a lot of things," Atlas said. His voice was steady, his jaw set. The challenge in his voice made me narrow my eyes. I pointed a finger at the stone fountain. "Fine, genius. Explain that, then." "It’s a wolf," he said simply. "With snakes on its legs."

Everything that has happen before times are stored inside him- The urn of the history, through him and his hands, the content of DEOS are written. People have marched over to the cliff of Atla, carrying a clay pot container full of rocks in all shapes, but something in it is different, a distinct rock, glowing in an unusual color. It was the mysterious orb that were crying aloud so someone will notice it and bring it to some place. It took form of a regular rock so people won’t find it scary and pick it up.

the taller and angrier one among the four spoke up. His name is Atlas. He has an olive skin tone and he has a small scar underneath the right side of his chin. The other three are named as, Miles, Rico, and Lorenzo. Rose sighed. For some odd reason, Rose is still ignoring Sylvia. She is not feeling the same anger that she felt that morning when Sylvia insulted Russell.

Her mouth falls open and she lets out a little gasp. “I knew it. Others can hear their Lycans.” “No Aria, that’s the thing. They can’t!” She blinked a few times as she continued to look at me. Her mouth moved but nothing came out. My name is Atlas by the way. “He is called Atlas.” “What did you just say?” “He is…. She holds a finger up and I realise she didn’t mean me. Let me guess. Tala is talking to her! ‘How the hell did you know that was her Lycan’s name?’