Atlas Bioshock Novels & Stories

“Of course. Atlas, you can have me since Hunter here wants to play games. How about we give him a taste of his fucking pill?” ---

No matter how the mate-bond wanted me to feel, I couldn't erase the hurt that followed me like a dark cloud. I pulled myself from Atlas's bed, noting how his scent seemed to cling to my skin. I slipped into his bathroom and marveled at the size of it. His shower alone could fit a small family. Square showerheads jutted from every side of the wall, and hung down from the ceiling. I snickered to myself as I imagined his water bill. The small pool at the end of the room, which I imagined was a bathtub, was fitted with multiple jets and a pillow for your head. I tried to imagine Atlas's huge form sitting in the bathtub, frothy bubbles lapping at his skin. The imagine had an unintended affect tha

Dante's voice was sharp. With shaking hands, Novalee let the robe fall to the floor. She stood naked in front of Atlas, blood and semen still visible on her thighs, bite marks bleeding on her breasts. She wanted to disappear. Wanted to die. "In the shower," Atlas said, his voice carefully neutral. She stepped under the spray, and the hot water hitting her wounds made her gasp. Atlas grabbed the soap and reached in from outside the shower, trying to wash her while staying dry and maintaining some distance. His touch was efficient, professional, trying to make this as quick and clinical as possible.

Marcus gave a slow, mournful nod. Twenty-five years ago, the Atlas project existed purely as a theoretical, highly volatile experimental concept. The technology was primitive, unstable, and wildly dangerous—nothing like the polished, omnipotent network it would eventually become. The specialist doctors Lorenzo DeLuca had gathered couldn't save Ava with conventional medicine. The trauma from the safe house ambush had been too catastrophic. Selene Sinclair was fading fast, her unborn daughter was dying in her womb, and time had completely run out. Marcus swallowed hard, the memory visibly straining him. "We couldn't just patch her up physically. We needed a compatible neural template to anchor

Until she knew who she belonged to. Release took over me, ripping a guttural sound from my chest. My seed shot out, swirling down the drain. I leaned against the wall, catching my breath. I stepped out of the shower, drying myself with a crisp towel. I pulled a black shirt over my head, pairing it with some black pants. I made my way into the living room. Just then, two familiar figures entered the room. Ares brushed past me, a cold expression playing on his face. Atlas walked past me, stopping at the minibar. He poured some amber liquid into a whiskey glass. "She had help at the phone booth." He took a sip of the burning liquor, his gaze never leaving mine.

I denied it loudly, but Atlas didn't believe my words. He shook his head sluggishly. "I'm sure you're telling a lie. The baby in your womb, he responded to me." Atlas fixed his eyes on my stomach, making me grab it and cover it from him. "He became calmer when I got closer to him, and your condition improved. It's like he's talking to me through the bond. I feel it!" Atlas exclaimed, coming closer to me with his gaze fixed firmly on me, not letting me escape him.

like they’d been shut down mid-motion. “Looks like someone panicked,” Damien said. “These weren’t dismantled. They were ambushed.” Ryle stepped over one of the corpses. “I hate dead machines. Feels like they’re just pretending.” Atlas ran a hand along one of the control terminals, wiping off a thick layer of dust and activating a partial boot. The screen glitched, flickered, and then showed a rotating DNA helix wrapped in hex code. “This is old,” he muttered. “Pre-Echo. Barely held together.”

For one heartbeat, the battlefield froze. Not in silence. But in anticipation. The ground beneath Aurora Hale’s estate trembled like a living creature awakening from a long sleep. Deep below the mansion, colossal mechanisms groaned into motion, gears turning for the first time in years. Inside the command room, the Atlas interface pulsed with new energy. Aurora stood perfectly still as lines of hidden systems began appearing on the holographic map,systems none of the six billionaires had seen before. Victor’s eyes widened. “Those weren’t in the Atlas files.”

Sienna stayed glued to his side, one hand pressed against Julian’s back, the other clutching Damian’s arm as if grounding herself from the swirl of terror still clawing at her mind. Atlas stood a few feet ahead, scanning the perimeter, his posture sharp and alert. His eyes moved with unnatural precision, as though he could hear vibrations in the earth, taste the shift in the air, understand things no human senses could detect. “We need to move,” he said, his voice cutting through the stillness. “The house is collapsing, but the shadow isn’t gone. It’s adapting. It’s learning his pulse. The longer we stay, the easier it becomes for it to track him.”

I move to my next message and see it's from Atlas. ATLAS: Boss we got Carlos and 2 of his associates locked up in the cells. How do you want us to proceed? Me: Who are his associates? ATLAS: Just 2 whores that used to work at the club Hmmmm I wonder where the third whore is at. I think to myself as I text him back.