Atlas Novels & Stories

The Moonstone Summit stood silent beneath the obsidian sky, shrouded in an eerie tension that clung to every leaf, every breeze. A crescent moon bled silver light upon the clearing where Kael and Luna stood, surrounded by the High Council and the sacred witnesses of the Pack Realms. This was the arena of reckoning—the ancient trial where bloodlines were tested, bonds broken or affirmed, and destinies rewritten.

"Good to see you. You look like a lumberjack." "I feel like a pack mule," Atlas groaned, dropping the cheap beer onto our tiny counter. "Do you have any idea how heavy wet mulch is? I've been hauling it for eight weeks. My lower back is destroyed." "Welcome to the working class," I smirked, walking over to grab a beer. I twisted the cap off and handed it to him. "How's the Alabama squad looking for the season?" "We're going to win the National Championship," Atlas stated with absolute, arrogant certainty, taking a long pull from the bottle. He looked at Evans, his dark eyes scanning his brother's face, checking the pupil dilatio

He looks like he’s trying to breathe through his mouth and not his nose, leaving me to assume he finds the scent off-putting, too. Tasha nods. “It’s not exactly the same, but it’s similar enough that whatever they’re from are definitely the same species if not the same…things.” She says “things” in a tone that projects both disgust and bewilderment. “Alpha!” I hear Channing call as he approaches with Blake and Serafina. It takes just a moment before I realize he’s carrying a human over his shoulder in a fireman’s carry. “Who do you have there, Channing?” I ask, feeling my mouth go dry and the sensation of my stomach dropping, fearing the answer.

Atlas acknowledged. "Very well, take care," Connor bid him as Atlas alighted from the car. This is the moment where he need to use his lifeline called 'call a friend'--if she sees him as a friend, he bet she is. Oh, no, Heather! Atlas badly needs her help.

Fallon pushes out behind Atlas, her long dark hair framing her face and hanging over her shoulder. “Immi.” She cries out. “I am so happy to see you. Are you staying for a few days?” She links arms with me and walks me inside. Wow, Atlas’ place is impressive too. The beams are wide and imposing up above, he has an open plan layout with two turquoise sofas either side of the huge stone fireplace that he has lit, with a large square oak table between them. The colors are warm and cozy looking. The kitchen is all dark blue wood with beech counter tops and a free-standing island that sections off the lounge area from the kitchen area

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

he said, his voice low and strained, as if the words were being dragged through his teeth, "the hell is Atlas now?" Rex swallowed hard, gripping her drink like it was the only thing keeping her grounded. "I’m not... I’m not completely sure," she stammered, avoiding his gaze. "B–but I think—no, I’m almost certain—they’re taking him to Patrick’s family workshop. It’s small and...um, hardly ever used. The one on E–east Curneil Road." Rowan didn’t blink, his gaze sharp enough to pierce through her.

He didn't look away; he just tracked me with a look that was intense and hungry. I’m so sorry. The thought that he saw me as a challenge made my pride flare, even as Selah retreated. My lips pulled into a tiny smirk. 'Not mine,' she muttered. "I know a lot of things," Atlas said. His voice was steady, his jaw set. The challenge in his voice made me narrow my eyes. I pointed a finger at the stone fountain. "Fine, genius. Explain that, then." "It’s a wolf," he said simply. "With snakes on its legs."

Ellie clutched a sodden map, her knuckles white. “Brazil. Scotland. Japan. Egypt. Rome,” she muttered, scanning Voss’s scribbled notes. “They’re waking up everywhere. All at once.” Dr. Voss tightened the ropes of the sail. Her face was pale but determined. “The Chimera was never singular. It was a herald. And heralds are never alone.” Cerebus stood at the bow, fur plastered by rain, three heads scanning the darkness. Alpha was still. Beta watched the horizon. Gamma growled at the storm.

They asked me to follow them and turned to leave without giving anymore details. I paused for a second to think about it, but my instincts betrayed me. I followed behind them and walked into larger room, six times my size of room. A large portrait of the Alpha and a man and a woman behind him hung up in the wall. It grabbed my attention the moment I walked in. Everything about the room looked sophisticated. Obsidian carvings, an artwork that added life to the room, the floor was marbled, but somehow I could see my reflection almost clearly. The furnitures in the room and the private balcony stashed with vintage wines.