Atla Ursa Novels & Stories

"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

I spat at Dolphus and Amoux, punching my hand in the air. Goddamn it! “Eira, Do you really have no way to go and bring the Atelum plant?” Dolphus asked the healer slowly as he turned around to look at her. Eira went silent for a few minutes before she answered, “The Atelum plant won't be just any plant that I can just pluck anyhow in the monster’s land. Since it doesn't exist at all in all the werewolf Packs all around the region. Even in the West land,” Eira admitted as she looked down at her legs.

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!"

Allura asked, carefully looking at Erebus's eyes as if trying to get her answers out of there. Erebus looked at her straightly, waiting. "You are finally talking to me, after so many days." Allura smiled, "I'll tell you. We still haven't found Pallas, Tartarus, Menoetius, Theia and Astraios." Erebus frowned a bit, looking at her still. He had twelve wolves as his loyal Dim Patronus, they have got six of them, and here she said there were still five to be found? What about Metis?

Atlas said, as if reading her mind as he smiled sideways at her. “They are probably staring at your deer.” “That’s not nice.” She laughed, “I am serious. You got a big game too, and that must have made the sight more spectacular.” “A deer is no grizzly bear, Miss Ma’am,” Atlas said, stopping before her, and she was laughing harder now. “What the hell was that?” She said and finally began to smile quietly when her eyes fell on Lica, who was watching them like a hawk. She and her mother had hunted with the Quills. She saw them step out from the same part of the woods.

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.

"I gotta go." "My love..." Atlas couldn't complete his statement. His tears were already falling. Venusa embraced him and wept on his shoulder. "I'll be fine. I promise." Venusa said and Atlas nodded. With one final smile, Venusa turned around and disappeared. Atlas cleaned his tears and faced the approaching enemies. One turned and his eyes blazed with rage when he saw Atlas raging toward him. On getting to the wolf, Atlas grabbed him by his tail and swung him out of the way. Atlas recognized the wolf. He was Northwolf, the beta of Redmoon.

It's normal for an Alpha wolf to exercise dominance when it comes to his mate. But today, he couldn’t make it down to take me home. So, he had the driver who drove me a few times when Leo wasn’t available to take over. Everest, Ursula’s uncle, welcomes me to the shooting Range and points me to where my friends were already seated in a wooden booth, eating pizza and laughing at the top of their voices. When they see me, Ursula makes a face, while Agnes calls me a latecomer. I deserve that.

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."

James immediately regained his spirit, jumped off the rock, and asked, “What else?” Quiomars took a deep breath and said, “I sensed a magical power coming from inside the formation. I’ve seen this power before in the Primordial Realm Era.” James asked, “What kind of power is it?” “It’s from the Ursa Race.” Quiomars’ expression immediately became solemn. “The Ursas are a mighty race from the Greater Realms. They’re also one of the Ten Great Races that destroyed the Primordial Realm. The Ursas have a unique power capable of mimicking any kind of power.”