Atlas Rose Novels & Stories

I stored that information away for future reference now that I was going to a place completely filled with them. The salty air mixed with the rocking of the ship wasn't doing any good for my stomach so I headed back inside the ship. I stopped at my brother's level and spotted them at a dingy table playing a card game. Felix looked up and spotted me right away. Before I would have assumed that was because he was really aware of his surroundings but now I think it's more to do with his vampiric capabilities. "Hey, Rose, had enough of the salty air?" "Yeah. What are you guys playing?" I take a seat in the spare chair.

If there's anything I know about our world, it's that the need to relive your victory is far too great that sometimes the majority toss away common sense just to have the opportunity to gloat. I hope this would be no different. I hope I would be knuckles deep in some bastard's stomach by this time tomorrow. The attendant shakes his head, his entire face covered in sweat as he looks at me and looks away repeatedly. Fucking pussy. Yet, I don't blame him. It isn't everyday one could see a member or even two of The Black Rose without dying afterwards. But then again, it isn't every time one sees a member of The Black Rose in a fucking freezer.

hear anyone or even the music. As we walked a little farther into the gardens, I started to see a white tent with string lights hanging all around it and pink rose petals lining the walkway up to the open flap of the entrance. Atlas held the flap of the tent open for me so I could enter the tent. The inside was set up beautifully. There was a bed setup in the middle of the tent that appeared to be as soft as a cloud. The comforter was white with pink roses all over it. There was a small table on the side wall with an ice bucket with a bottle of champagne, two champagne flutes, and a plate of fresh strawberries. The ceiling of the tent had the same light strings that were hanging outside. It

"There's one more condition, surface Kings. You must bring your mate, Rose, with you to Atlantia." Theo's face set in a firm refusal. "Absolutely not!" He snarled. The elder looked at Theo. "You are worried of her delirium and pain? Her Heat?" They hissed the word. Theo and I snarled at him. The elder's expression remained unfazed. "I'm aware of her condition. But Rose's unique abilities make her the only one capable of locating the pearl. And I assure you, the pressure of Atlantia will...dull her discomfort, shall we say, until she returns the pearl to us."

Atlas knew this so how could he? “What's wrong?” he frowned, raising an eyebrow. “You don’t like them?” “I… I’m allergic, Atlas…” I couldn’t believe I was repeating it. “Allergic to lilies” Something flickered in his eyes and I watched as his grip on the flowers tightened but he forced a smile that didn’t reach his eyes. “Oh no, peekaboo,” He said tossing the flowers. “How could I have forgotten?” I traced his facial features before chuckling. “Why are you looking so bothered?” I nudged him playfully. Atlas pressed a kiss to my forehead. “I’ve decided, I won’t let anything spoil the mode,” I wrapped his arms around me, leaning into his [presence.

You want Rola as your mat—. ‘GODDESS BLAST IT, I WANT YOU AS MY MATE!’ The Alpha smashed a fist in one of the wooden crates and shiny red rubies of fruits spewed like a fountain of candy. ‘YOU! ROSE CINTILAR—YOU’RE MY MATE! I WANT YOU!’ ‘NO, YOU DON’T!’ I screamed, tears pouring down non-stop.

I let out more fire. Flames erupted, roaring outward in a torrent of crimson-gold fire that licked the walls, the ceiling, the floor. Chandeliers crashed down as chains melted. Students screamed, gowns igniting as they scrambled for the exits. The sweet scent of roses turned to acrid smoke in an instant. I staggered back, horror ripping through me. Atlas stood in the center of the inferno, untouched, laughing. “Do you see now? She isn’t cursed—she’s a weapon. And I control it!”

The grass is delicate and rich underneath us, and it by one means or another doesn’t adhere to my skin in spite of having been lying in it for god knows how long. Atlas’ eyes are as of now open, one arm behind his head as he gazes up through the trees at the stars sparkling over us. He gives me his trademark warped grin when our eyes meet, provoking a chuckle from me. “I figure rolling around in the earth does great things for morale,” I joke, inclining over him to press my lips briefly to his. Atlas catches my hand in his possess and kisses my palm. “You’re beautiful,” he says, and at that point, after a delay, “even when you’re secured in grass.”

I’m pretty sure I’m a second away from being a vegetable, and I’m not even mad about it. I flutter my lids until they open, and my vision isn’t so hazy. He’s looking at me, but the black eyes are gone now. They are replaced with those same light brown eyes that I’ve come to admire. Unlike his brother, Atlas has a strength in his eyes, and they aren’t as dark as Ares. He has the same nose, eyebrows, and thick lips. Atlas doesn’t have any piercings, though. His gaze is so intense, it feels like it cuts through all of your layers to get to the heart of you. I feel like I’m being seen down to my atoms, and that’s a bit unnerving.

“I wasn’t sure you would.” “I didn’t want to,” I said. “But Rosemary can’t afford absence anymore.” He nodded. “I understand that better than I used to.” We moved toward a quieter corner, away from the display cases and the watching eyes. For the first time in years, it didn’t feel like we were performing for an audience. “There’s something I should tell you,” Damien said. I tensed instinctively. Old reflex. “Atlas isn’t mine,” he continued. The words landed softly, but they echoed.