Atlas One Punch Man Novels & Stories

His grip on me grew tighter with each passing minute. I was sure he intended to eliminate me. His eyes hidden behind the black shades of his glasses made it worse to identify who it was. "I want you gone," he launched his fist at me, aiming for my calves. I shut my eyes, waiting for his hit to pack a punch. "You should be in bed by now, if I'm correct," Alpha Ryu's voice resonated in the passage. "You don't order me around Alpha," the figure let out, smashing his fist onto Alpha Ryu.

I felt as if the breath had been sucked out of my lungs and I was frozen. Felicity had been tied up with tight silver chains and gagged. Her cheeks were flushed and damp, looking as if she had been crying for some time now. Anger coursed through my veins and I focused on the piece of shit that had moved in front of her. “I see the riddle was helpful,” a grin sprawled on his face. This was him. Atlas. He was tall and had flawless olive-toned skin. His features were masculine, yet feminine at the same time, created a beautiful man. But what really struck me was the raw, unfiltered power that he exuded.

Calli shoots him a mock-shocked look. “Guys, what are you saying about me? Besides, Brannigan it wasn’t that long ago you had a girl sitting on your face and another one sucking on your balls.” “Smart mouth. Well things have changed now. I’m a one-woman man.” I retort back. “You fucking better be or I’ll slice those balls of yours right off.” Atlas says which causes me to wince at the thought of it. That would seriously inflict some pain and then some.

I laugh at the huge man as rage flashes in his eyes, drawing his hand back he punches me clean in the face. Shit that hurts, but it gives me a chance to lift my gun as I stumble back, I can’t help but smirk at the look on his face as I blow him a kiss and pull the trigger. Pressing my earpiece “Any casualties?” I was breathing hard, wiping the blood from my face “Injuries, no casualties” Comes the strained voice of Atlas. “Dollar, report” I say as more men appear; how fucking many are there? “All good Boss, two injuries that's it” Demitri shouts through with relief clear in his voice.

She picked up the said deadly weapon in her hands and attacked the intruder, "DIE IN THE NAME OF THE HOLY POWER OF THE FRYING PAN" accompanied the war cry. The person swiftly turned his figure silhouetted against the light streaming from the refrigerator. His because Eira's mind registered the fact that it was a male from the build. The person tried to take on the holy power of the frying pan that Eira had now slapped onto his face. Smack. The momentum of it had him slamming against the refrigerator door. Eira again tried to attack the person but a hand flashed out in the darkness taking hold of her hand firmly

down on his neck, which distracted the Grimlock long enough for me to get from under him. "ATLAS WHAT ARE YOU DONG YOU ARE NO MATCH FOR HIM!!!" I yelled through the mindlink. "I can't let him hurt you Kara.I am here to help you fight him" Atlas replied. "You can't this is my fight not yours only I can defeat him." I was so distracted with Atlas that I didn't see the Grimlock coming up behind me till it was too late. He pounced on me and bit me right on my left shoulder. I hollered out in pain as he threw me towards a huge tree. All I remember before everything went black was Atlas shifting into Apollo and charging at the Grimlock. As I lay unconscious, I heard a voice in the back of my mind

I shrugged. “Block him.” Atlas said in a very commanding way. I tilted my head as I gazed at him. “That’s exactly my plan,” I replied. He looks relieved. I stifled a smile and cleared my throat. “How’s your bruise, by the way?” I shifted. He raised a brow, the usual arrogant smirk was there. Oh, please… “All good. Your dog punched like a kid. It didn’t even last an hour.” The side of his lips tugged up.

" Lauren extended a thin finger and touched Atlas 's face. She gently drew along the prominent facial features.It was as if she was painting a portrait of him.Atlas laughed helplessly, and allowed her to draw. "I'll send you back." he said after sometime... "I'll send you off." Another cold voice that seemed to have come from the depths of hell suddenly descended. Then, the person in Atlas 's embrace was pulled over. Smashing into his chest. "Ugh! Pain …" Lauren touched her pitiful forehead. . . she don't know what's so hard.Did she hit the wall again? Eh, why is it again? Atlas regained his composure, concealed his expression and said: "It's great that you're here, she drank quite a bit."

Atlas stepped forward, his hand raised in welcome. All the newcomers turned back to look at him. "Hello, I'm Atlas. Who the fuck are you, and what the fuck are you doing here?" he said with a blinding smile.

Dust rose into the air as men fought in the middle of the fields. Atlas jumped out of the carriage. Another masked man charged him. Atlas raised his dagger. But before the man reached him… Someone tackled the attacker from the side. Both men crashed into the dirt. Atlas blinked in shock. The attacker struggled to get up. The stranger pinned him down with frightening strength and punched him straight in the jaw. The bandit went limp. Silence hung for half a second. Then Atlas recognized the man kneeling in the dirt. Dark hair. Rolled sleeves. Strong hands still gripping the unconscious attacker.