Atlas Bioshock Novels & Stories

“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.

Atlas has latched himself onto my left breast, swirling his tongue around my peak. My breathing has gotten heavy, and I’m squirming on the bed. Apollo’s face ends up in front of mine. He leans in and grazes his lips along my chin. He pushes my legs open, and his finger finds my nub. “She’s wet already, brother.” Atlas unlatches from my breast and moves up to my face. His finger finds its way to my core, but his fingers go inside of me.

I sneered playfully, echoing Atlas’s earlier boast, “then why on earth did Alpha Mortis defeat you so easily? Remember? He pierced through your heart in one swoop.” Atlas’s confident smile wavered, his cheeks flushing with a mix of shame and anger. "That... was due to Hera's deception," he mumbled, his voice now subdued and tinged with discomfort. "She injected wolfsbane into me, Rhea. I was weakened before the fight even began." My eyes narrowed, displeasure evident in my expression. “And how exactly did you let Lady Hera inject wolfsbane into your body?” Atlas’s eyes widened, shadows darkening his face as he recalled the moment of his downfall. He rubbed the back of his neck nervously, fum

She shoots me a thankful see as she permits the divider of haziness to blur whereas I proceed to hold off the other watches, but that’s the opening the protect underneath her needs; presently moved himself, he flings her off, sending her flying into the wall. Atlas has as of now moved, and he charges forward into the werebear on our side, impelling forward like a dull magic-powered torpedo. He tears at his adversary with a savagery one of a kind to him, some way or another overseeing to keep him stuck whereas turning to call to me and Ivy. “Get back into the office!” “What?” I demand. Atlas fair focuses his nose at the entryway to the records room. “The window!”

"Something about him that would surely make you shock in fear." "And what about it?" I wondered. "He is a half-breed vampire who constantly needs blood. And that is one of the reasons why he is keeping you alive. So if you really want to return the favor, go back to his Cabin and let him drink your fucking blood. If you do not hurry up, he will die..." I rushed in panic and disconnected with Jared. As soon as I arrived in the Cabin, I saw Atlas lying on the ground and his skin is turning into red. I have not realized that he has been avoiding drinking my blood from the very beginning.

I grunted and Atlas nodded. "Normally, for a human, for cryptids who are immortal I must add a bit of my powers and I don't want you dead, obviously," he grinned slyly. Atlas detached the bloodline and told me to seal the hole with a lick. After lapping a few times my needle hole sealed from my saliva. "Telephone?" I asked him again. He seemed to get sidetracked easily and I bit my lip at the thought. "What are you going to tell Bryce?" He asked me bluntly, surprising me. I stepped slightly on my wobbly legs as I followed him through a lovely modern decorated home.

Travan thundered. Atlas watched as Travan floated mid-air air; his eyes becoming fireballs of light. He realized what the old man is doing--- Travan is summoning all of his powers. The breeze around them quickly grew thick and strong and the heavens grew dark and gloomy and the ground shook. Suddenly, a bolt of light captured Atlas from the heavens. He fell off his feet and growled in pain. "Wh-what...p-power!" his mind cried out. He raised his hand in desperation at the ship with blue lights and almost immediately he was beamed out from the spot where he stood, successfully escaping Travan's powers.

“And whatever you do, do not touch me.” I roll my eyes and nod. “I’ll avoid that like you’re the plague.” “Good,” he says firmly. The rest of the trainees leave the room, leaving only us, the Gamma, and a woman I don’t recognize. But something about her feels familiar, like I’ve known her before. “What you need to do is very simple,” Atlas begins, his eyes locked on me; cold, and devoid of emotion… yet beautiful. He has his father’s eyes, but his are a deeper and brighter shade.

Alex slipped quietly out of bed so she wouldn’t wake Dominic. The apartment was silent. For a moment she stood outside Catherine’s room and listened. Soft breathing. Steady. Predictable. Safe. Alex allowed herself three seconds of relief before walking to the kitchen and opening her laptop again. The website loaded instantly. Anthropic BioSolutions. The same clean design greeted her. White background. Blue lettering. Medical imagery of DNA spirals and cardiac diagrams. It looked exactly like every other biotech startup website she had ever seen. Which made it more disturbing.

Charlotte screams down the phone. Conrad pulls it away from her ear, not having expected this sudden loud noise. "I said what I said," Conrad shrugs, turning on the desktop computer and clicking into the security camera application. Atlas is storming around the barracks borders, trying to find a way in. Unfortunately for him, it's extremely strong, and there are no gaps. "How the hell is that possible?" Charlotte asks in confusion. "I have no idea. I think the Goddess made a mistake - I don't want this," Conrad responds, watching Atlas punch one of the protection walls.