Atlas From It Ends With Us Novels & Stories

“That’s my boy!!” I snorted. “He’s not your anything.” She ignored me, her blue eyes bright with excitement. Talia leaned over and murmured, “is he yours then?” I half-smiled despite the dread pooling in my gut. 🜃 By noon the run ended, Atlas crossing the finish line first. He shifted back into human form quickly, conjuring dark woven training pants with a flick of his claw-marked hand. Sweat gleamed along his throat and collarbones. Nova ran down from the stands, nearly tripping over her own feet to fling a towel at him.

It had moved her. "Only me?" William let out a mocking laugh. "If she only loved me, then why did she run away again when I was at my worst?" "I–" Tina was at a loss for words. I had already been shattered into pieces by grief. "I didn’t run, William. I never ran away. I’ve always been here." He couldn’t hear me. In his rage, he grabbed a box from the ground. It was the one I used to store our photos. There were pictures of us climbing Mount Titancrest and hiking the Stormridge Heights. Everytime we reached a peak, he would pull me close to take a picture. He once said that one day, we would look back and reminisce on all these photos when we were old.

he said. The screen filled with files. Photos. Videos. Reports. Children. Teenagers. Adults. All different ages. Different countries. But their eyes… Their eyes all looked the same. Empty. Tired. Angry. Maria’s throat tightened. “They were experiments.” “Yes,” Elias said softly. “Taken young. Trained. Changed.” Names appeared on the screen. Code names. ATLAS TERMINATED ORION STATUS UNKNOWN NYX CONTAINED HELIOS ACTIVE VEGA MISSING

Hitting her palm on her head, she cursed her sins and fell asleep. ……….. “Nev,” Tristan called Nevin when he and Athena were on the jet. They left for America immediately after they found the news. “Are you on your way?” Tristan stretched, loosening his bones. “Yes,” he answered, stroking Athena’s cheek. The girl was exhausted when they made it to Charles De Gaulle.

Atlas answered coolly. “Alrigth then,” I was happy that he was going to start moving again but Austin remained. “I heard that the new chick is a white wolf is that true?” My interest pricked and my ear tickled to the conversation. “Yes.” Atlas voice was firm, almost like he didn't want to have this conversation with Austin. “Shit- isn't that like bad because-” my brows furrowed. Bad? What did he mean by that? “Thats none of your business Austin, you should focus on your job and not be involved in things bigger than you.” Atlas snapped.

Atlantic High. A school for dickheads and whores. Only a few of those rich kids didn't have a screw or two loose from their heads. The rest were full of themselves and knowing that I was in a country like Nigeria, where they could even burn off a gay person, I had kept my secret from everyone.

Cooper joining the meeting—a name that jolted my thoughts to Atlas, whose last name was also Cooper. As Dr. Lawson acknowledged Mr. Cooper's presence, my eyes widened in surprise. Among the departing group emerged a middle-aged woman, accompanied by none other than Atlas. He stood distinguished in his suit, sans tie, his appearance impeccable with neatly slicked-back hair and a fresh shave. Seeing him there, amidst this unexpected setting, sent a rush of mixed emotions through me. I hadn't expected to encounter him in such a place. He still hadn't noticed me, but I couldn't tear my eyes away from Atlas. The woman, Dr. Hill, smiled warmly at him, extending gratitude for his time and dedicatio

I try my best not to look at Cody, it’s pretty difficult with his long muscular legs outstretched in front of him, his arms with his ropey veins running up from his hands to his biceps peeking below his tee are too much. Atlas is looking at me strangely, I avert my gaze from Cody and give Atlas a pointed stare. He glowers at me. Jeez, he needs to learn to relax some. Is it me or is he getting worse? Being off limits, trust me sucks like fuck. “How did your folks take it when you told them about Dallas?” I hear Atlas saying. I reach for a magazine from several that Anna hands out, she has a selection ranging from Cosmopolitan, Elle, Hello and some others. I take the Tatler magazine and start

“Where are you? What the heck is going on? Atlas is on the news!” “I don’t care! You need to fix this! What if he messes this up?” She ended the call and placed her phone against the dashboard. A video of Atlas started playing, it was live. “Don’t get too excited, no matter what he does, he won’t find you. He’ll never find us, we were far from the world: just you and me, like our good ol’ days, remember?”

“I have no idea.” Out of the corner of my eye, I spot Atlas, who’s standing a ways away from the rest of the group, seething. His muscular shoulders are hunched, his arms crossed tensely over his chest as he stares down at the body with fire in his eyes. Fire… and pain. Addison hurries over to him, placing a hand on his arm, and amidst the chatter, I overhear her murmur, “It’s all right.” Atlas shakes her hand off. “What about any of this is ‘all right,’ Addison?” he growls, and without another word, he turns and stalks off in the direction of the forest.