Atlas Bioshock Novels & Stories

He smirks at me before shifting, his body rippling into Medus’s form with effortless grace. I take a deep breath, feeling the familiar tingle that comes before a shift. I close my eyes and let it take over, my bones elongating, muscles rippling and stretching beneath my skin as Atlas steps forward. The transformation is smooth, familiar, but this time it feels... different—like Atlas is just as eager to be near Medus as I am to be near Max.

Atlas drove his black SUV with precision, navigating the winding roads that led to the safehouse. The security measures were intense: guards stationed at strategic points, surveillance cameras covering every angle, and a massive iron gate that swung open only after a thorough inspection. He parked the car and glanced at me, his expression that of concern. "Ready?" he asked, his voice steady but with an edge of tension. I nodded, gripping the handle of my backpack. "Let's do this." We exited the car and walked towards the entrance, where two burly guards in black suits nodded at Atlas and stepped aside. Inside, the decor was minimalistic, almost clinical, and designed for functionality rather

"I just finished interrogating one of the men we were able to arrest and he has given us a lead on where she might be but the location is quite surprising to me." "What do you mean? She is traveling out of the country?" "On the contrary, she is going to Atlas house." "Atlas?" ~ ATLAS HOUSE ~ Atlas walked into his bedroom, he had just finished having breakfast and was about to get ready for his photoshoot for a new company that was launching their make-up brand soon, he was grateful to his agent for getting him the deal even though the company was looking for models that were famous and not upcoming. He heard a knock on his door when he had pulled off his pajamas, was stark naked, and was abo