Atlas Corrigan Book Novels & Stories

be wiped out. I put the book back on the table and that's when I decided that I needed to do something about this and not let it happen, but how? Then it hit me. I could mind-link Apollo. I let the link out of my body and was able to connect with Atlas this time, to my surprise. "Atlas, can you hear me?" I asked him. "Kara OMG how are you ok? Where are you?" he asked worriedly. "I am OK for now, Atlas." I replied, "but I have something I need to tell you. So just listen to me. The elder Bishop has me prisoner. I was able to look out the window. When he was out of the room, he had me hold up because he untied me. From what I could see, I saw a rocky mountain range with snow topped caps and p

"I need to not think. Not feel. Not be in my head. I need you. At my feet. While I do this. While I study. While I plan murders and executions and everything. I need to be grounded. Present. Not drowning in his claims. His visions. His everything. Can you, will you—" "Yes," Atlas said immediately. "Whatever you need. However you need it." She nodded. Turned back to the files. "Then please. Service me. While I work. Keep me here. Keep me grounded. Keep me from disappearing into his fantasies. His plans. His ownership of everything, including parts of me that don't even exist yet." Atlas understood. She needed to reclaim. Needed to feel her own body respond to her own choices. Not Dante's clai

“Don’t let Cillian know that I’ve stepped back. Your uncle is a troublesome man, and h could very well try to fill the space.” “Uh huh.” Dean was too busy eating now to pay full attention. Atlas leaned back in his chair, cutting another glance in the direction of the ladies who were still smiling and shooting suggestive looks towards him. Once upon a time, all he had to do was arch a finger at them, and they would walk up to the table. But maybe Dean was right. Maybe he couldn’t be with anyone who didn’t have dark hair and green eyes and whose name wasn’t Elara Harrington…..

"There's one near the library on the second floor, to the right of the corridor leading to the balcony. I'm heading there!" When Atlas reached the second floor, his eyes caught sight of two figures in odd positions, and he immediately realized it was a man dragging a woman toward the open balcony. Regina. "HEY!" Atlas shouted, and the man turned. He was wearing a hat sunk deep into his head, sunglasses, and a mask. Seeing Atlas, he cursed, released Regina, and glared at her once more before jumping down the balcony. "Shit!" Atlas cursed and gave chase, but the man had already jumped, and Regina groaned, making Atlas give up.

"Atlas?" What happened to us? Why was I unable to feel him? Why was my wolf gone, the space the once filled empty? What was happening to me? "Cora. Listen to me. You'll be fine, do you hear me?" Atlas was saying. "You've lost your wolf, but I promise you I'll get it back. I swear on my life..." He was still speaking, but I could no longer hear him. All I could hear was the echo of my empty soul.

ATLAS POV “What the fuck was that?” Charlie exclaimed in a whisper. Atlas turned his attention from the empty doorway to his PR director. He raised one brow at her. Charlie was not only his employee, she was his best friend. “Don’t give me that Dom brow, asshole,” she told him as she turned around in her chair. “Why did you send Anais away?” Atlas sighed. He could feel himself clenching his jaw and worked to relax it. He put both hands in his pockets and paced the floor. Truthfully, he didn’t know why. Maybe it was to spare the omega uglier things.

“She’s having a good time – like I knew she would. Cora always thinks she doesn’t want a fuss until she gets it, and then she’s pleased.” “She’s lucky to have you,” Sinclair says. We relax for a moment, me considering my escape, but then I feel Sinclair go stiff beside me. “What is it?” I ask, peering up at him. “Nothing new,” he murmurs, his eyes on the far side of the room. “Just…Atalaxians.” “Oh,” I say, my heart falling a bit. I saw Calvin for a moment earlier in the day when he came to say hello and to congratulate Cora, but he’s the only Atalaxian that I can even begin to say I like. The others?

he said firmly and Atlas gasped while shaking his head. "Pain doesn't excite me!" He exclaimed. Faelon patted his thigh and noticed Cora's name on his wrist. Sighing he told Atlas he was going to see if he could erase Cora from his flesh. Raising his brow, Atlas asked if he could help. "The kids will sleep well and I can just touch her and send her to oblivion," he said with a big toothy smile. Faelon nodded and figured Atlas would make a great sidekick for his task.

But this was not what Caitlin wanted: she needed to heal Scarlet, not kill her. As she finished yet another book and slid it aside, with still no mention of healing anywhere, she began to feel a sense of despair. She lifted the final book on the stack, a small, leather-bound volume with a red spine, entitled De Fascino Libri Tres by Leonardo Vairo. Caitlin summoned her knowledge of Latin, and knew that translated to: Three Books of Charms, Spells and Sorceries.

It had a unique function that allowed them to safely hide in Corpse Town during mortal danger. Atlas asked bitterly, "When can we leave? Our people are going mad." Glancing at one room, Dean replied, "That depends on Tyler's progress. If we can control these creatures, ruling Martial City would be simple." They had found a blank book in the mansion. Being from a Forbidden Land, it had to be special, though they couldn't discover how. It was not until Tyler Maximus, a 20-year-old with average martial talent, took it and revealed its secrets.