Atlas Novels & Stories

Gazing at him through her lowered lashes, she couldn't help but notice that his green eyes outshone even the captivating spectacle of the northern lights. He let her mouth go, and Athena panted. She gazed back to the sky. The freezing winter atmosphere made his body heat up. The duo waited, watching the sky. This was Athena’s first time seeing the light cross the sky. Azazel had seen this before. The sky was so green, and there was no moon. Azazel began to tell her about different constellations. They even spotted a few planets. Then it happened. She saw the flash of light dance across the sky. “Zae, look!” she squeaked with excitement and wonder.

The Atlas Mountains are a series of mountain ranges extending for almost 2,000 kilometers across North Africa, passing through Morocco, Algeria, and Tunisia. Before being applied to the mountain, Greek Ἄτλας–Ἀτλαντ- (= Atlas–Atlant-) was the name of a member of the older family of gods, who was supposed to hold up the pillars of the universe, and later of one of the Titans, condemned to bear up the heavens, or, in other forms of the legend, the earth.

Their porcelain skin and their behaviors are enough for me to say that. They are kind and they help us look after our children if Sam and I have some errands to do. Atlas is 3 years old while Eve is only 1o months old. Shia and Gege became my friends as well. I was with Samantha sweeping outside while Eve was in the crib and sleeping and then Atlas was playing his ball. Atlas is so handsome. Not surprising because Samantha is gorgeous but Atlas looks is little different from Samantha. Atlas may have inherited his looks from his dad.

A sly smile spreads across his lips, which makes me think he knew all along I'd notice his presence. I lean against the wall and copy his movements by crossing my arms in front of my chest and scoff. "I'm Lenox; I know shit." Sure, my response doesn't explain even a single bit, but it's not like I really have to explain myself. Being a freak of nature comes with perks, one of them is that I can find my family whenever I want to. Atlas is unique; he has the ability to track down our bloodline, even the tiniest drop of blood. All I have to do is ask him where one of my family members is, and he will draw up an imaginary map in my mind and point out the precise l

In the confines of Atlas's study, I couldn't help but notice the presence of a photograph depicting my dear mother resting atop the table, confirming Atlas's prior claim. However, a sense of unease crept in as I gazed upon the subsequent photograph. Atlas and his mother were engaged in conversation within the confines of the study. According to Ryder, it was the day before my mother was killed. In the photograph, Atlas donned a jacket of a soft blue hue. However, the memory of selecting his attire for that particular day remained vividly etched in my mind. I selecte

Atlas is a being who considers himself a god who does not interfere in the affairs of mortal beings and who thinks himself immortal , he has also set boundaries on his land so that others do not cross them, and all the prey on his land belong to him , he is said to be the first creature to inhabit the island. Ahmet entered the lands of the white lion Atlas, but he was not alone, he took with him the new god the red flying goblin Frey, Atlas sensed their entry into his lands and roared with force to scare them , one of his servants was sent to prevent them from violating his land, Ahmet told him to

He's acting as if someone is watching him, but that would be impossible considering he's never been here before. "Are you okay?" I decide to ask to hopefully take his mind off whatever is bothering him. "Yeah," He mutters, "Of course I am." I think back to the interaction he just had with Eddie, "Do you know Eddie? He seems to think he's seen you somewhere before." Atlas shrugs, sipping on his drink, "Maybe he's seen my face on a billboard for EarthX. I do have a lot of those on the East Coast." I nod my head, "That makes sense. But are you sure you're okay? You seem jittery and nervous."

He showed one of his Shade or me outside, I just want to know the second shade of himself thag he displayed with Harley. I rub my right hand on my chin and the other on my breast and close my eyes for some seconds. I flip my folded legs and look towards the door in my dark and obscure room. Anytime I am thinking about Atlas, my heart starts pounding and pulsing extremely and extravagantly fast. It always guests very funk se thighs he also has comtro mnifmky nhea end then he reug lestvger fast it pokes me and just when i walk away From him my heart starts pummeling just the normal way it is supposed to be beating.

Xander twirled around again, his fingers flashing over the keys on one of the many keyboards on his console. "Their healer isn't even in her thirties?" Atlas asked. He was still wearing his stethoscope. He looked up from a file in his hands. His bright green eyes a startling contrast to his almost white blond hair. "Do you think I could speak to her? Get her to submit to an examination?" I laughed. Dr. Atlas was with us today. Not to be confused with the less geeky regular Atlas, Dr. Atlas was only interested in facts, reports, and exams.

Zara’s POV The whisper sliced through me, colder than the cold air outside. For a second, my knees buckled. I wanted to vanish into the polished floor, to let the ground crack open and swallow me whole. But when I forced my gaze up, that’s when I saw them. Atlas. Standing near the fountain centerpiece, his shoulders tense, his jaw carved. His eyes—usually calm, unshaken—darkened as if a storm had been summoned inside him. His hands clenched at his sides, knuckles white against his suit.