Atla Ursa Novels & Stories

different—like Atlas is just as eager to be near Medus as I am to be near Max. When I open my eyes, I'm on all fours, the world sharper, clearer, more vibrant. Atlas stands tall, his jet-black fur gleaming in the faint light of dawn. He’s massive—huge, even for an Alpha wolf. His fur is nearly pitch-black, save for that one white ear that stands out against the darkness. His muscles ripple beneath his thick coat as he pads forward, his strength undeniable. Atlas has always been proud, but today, he’s standing a little taller, more sure of himself—like he’s got something to prove.

he says, sounding a bit uncertain. Atlas nods, looking thoughtful. "Paula must have sent us here for a reason," he says. "We should explore and see what we can find." Atlene walks over to Atlas and gives him a big hug, which Atlas returns just as fiercely. They stand hugging for a while and crying, while Ringan watches with tears in her eyes. Cameron moves a bit away from them and unzips his pants and urinates into the wind, spraying the group with his urine.

I say playfully, noting the way her cheeks turn scarlet. She uncovers her mouth to smile at me, “Good gasp. Is it silver?” She asks, cautiously as her finger hovers over the necklace I’ve gifted her. It’s a white gold necklace with a black wolf pup curled up inside a wreath surrounded by diamonds. Atlas told me, Alma is a midnight black wolf, the complete opposite of Atlas’ snow-white fur. I’m sad I’ll never get to see her in person and that Atlas can never go for a run with her, but that’s not something I’ll ever share with Sorrell, I know how much it must pain her not being able to shift. I couldn’t bear the thought of not being able to shift.

“Who exactly are you thinking of? Who else are we trying to get killed?” “You two are still stuck on brute force," Atlas said. “What if we tried stealth instead? I know some reptilian shifters down in Alabama. They can shift into snakes, lizards, that kind of thing. They aren’t strong like wolves or bears or dragons. They don’t shift much because they’re so exposed when they do. Picture going from a grown man to a three-foot snake. Not exactly a secure spot, right?” “Spit it out, Atlas," I said.

“I actually made, -“ The look I give stops Zev from finishing. Zev’s a big nerd who always pays attention. If he’s not making notes, he is writing something down in that journal of his. He never lets me read it, but he knows I’m here whenever he needs to talk, and that’s good enough for the both of us. She goes into her bag to grab the notes, not even questioning my request. She extends her hand to hand me her notes; her tiny wrist looks fragile and pale. It looks as if it would break if I grabbed the notes too quickly. But before I can take the notes, Suzie stops her. “Stop, Raiden. You know all this stuff already. Atalanta comes from a tiny pack in human territory and went to regular schoo

I heard a thud as the wolf who was on top of me went flying, I heard it growl at whoever had charged it. I opened my eyes to see Alpha Naral's huge grey wolf. He snarled at the attacking wolf, I nodded to him as I got up. I turned just in time to see Alpha Oren's brown wolf charge through a group of wolves who had been heading towards us.

Atlas exclaimed from a few paces away, his figure still clad in a simple night gown and a cardigan. I turned to him, my eyes gleaming with triumph. I felt the surge of my wolf’s strength coursing through my veins, exhilarated by the display of my newfound ability. "Well done, Rhea," Atlas boomed, his voice carrying an edge of pride and approval that echoed through the clearing. "I'd say you've now mastered the basics in the art of lethal attack! Not only that, but I can see you're reclaiming more than a quarter of my past strength with your controlled movements!"

Alara’s voice, when it came, carried unmistakable reverence. “Your wolf is even more than we imagined, my Queen.” Pride swelled through me as I stepped forward, Athena stretching to her full height. ‘Shift, Elders,’ I called through our mind link. ‘Run with us.’ They rose in perfect unison, moving to the shelter of the trees before their bodies began to change. I watched, curious despite myself, as they transformed. Alara‘s wolf was sleek and silver-grey with unusual violet eyes, while Orion’s was a deep chestnut with a distinctive white marking on his chest that resembled a crescent moon. Both were larger than typical pack wolves but smaller than Athena or Ares, their movements graceful wit

Luckily, they managed to escape the underground. They never dared to return to the people who became selfish just because of the power they are holding. Atolon, son of Habonevar and the descendant of Everest, created a gap between Tatius and non-Tatius. Little did they know, workers are creating a gap near Mount Colossus, too. Non-Tatius did it so they could be free in fear of the descendants. Atolon finished their works and successfully created a gap between Tatius and non-Tatius. The gap ended the lives of thousands of workers.