Atlas Six Characters Novels & Stories

Cheeks nodded at Lukas and Atlas. "We're considered Prime Directs through our connection to Kiema, but we're not gods. I'm a null and Atlas is a shifter." My ears perked up. "What kind?" "Wolf." The guy with the chin-length white blonde hair said. He didn't add anything to his answer. I nodded. "Dragons." Atlas smiled. "Ten is our only dragon. But outside of him, we don't know too much about them. I would love to ask you all some questions. Help us expand our library of knowledge."

Atlas, Asael, Alaric, and Arien stormed in, their presence commanding grave silence,, and their auraeffortlesslysly made us bow in submission. They were smoking hot. They looked deadly. But the stern look on their faces declared that something was amiss. Atlas took a few steps towards my platform, stopping a few inches from me. His dangerously seductive scent of sandalwood smoked Vanilla, and the scent of fresh rain flooded my head. But the moment his intense deep-set golden brown eyes landed on me, my heart skipped two beats. He resumed, finishing the judgment in place of the Judge. “Defaming the Luna, assaulting the Luna, attempting to flee from the protection of this pack despite being wa

How could anyone not see it? I peered around, hoping someone had seen what I saw. But no one reacted differently. They probably thought Six was only doing his job. Maybe he was. But he lingered, his hands around her waist, their eyes locked. Arabella mumbled something, flustered. Six just nodded and stepped back, arms behind his back as if he hadn’t just cradled her waist like a lover. Bastard. He was playing with fire. Arabella tucked her hair behind her ear, nervously playing with her fingers.

After our engagement, the six of us friends agreed to take one last trip together before the wedding. That night, my friend Anders Greer suggested we play a "24-Hour Couple Swap." Anyone who drew matching symbols had to act like a couple for the next twenty-four hours. Whoever drew a blank card could only take pictures and carry everyone's bags. In the first round, I drew a blank. My fiancee, Brielle Rice, and Anders both drew moons. They held hands while watching the sunrise, while I followed behind carrying three people's bags. In the second round, I drew another blank. They both drew roses. Their penalty was to hug for one minute. Everyone crowded around, cheering them on, while I sto

She spoke on how Atlas messed her up in the hotel. “ Yet you still have him around you.” “ Yes, this is to prevent him from having any other side besides me. While I plan on what to do with him.” “ You think he is a smart game player.?” Charles asked, expecting words from Jennifer. “ Atlas is one of the toughest of all men I have met. He is not just smart but intelligent and at the same time brave.” She holds her cup. “ One of the thing about him is that he is always close to his target, and before he shoots, he always makes sure his arrow doesn't miss the target.”

Faelon felt a jab to his heart and released his hand, raising both his arms into the air in surrender. "I'm being summoned, you just got saved by the devil and her," he growled roughly, gesturing to Sophia and then vanishing. Sophia began weeping and buried her face in her hands. Atlas chewed on his bottom lip as he scowled at Phil. "You both were going to work together but you are just a narcissist," he said sternly. Phil was on the floor with his head down. His neck looked burned and he touched it carefully. "He's very powerful," he muttered hoarsely. Sophia stood and asked Atlas if he could follow her around while she did her work. She was feeling confused about everything and just wanted

Gloria lifted a palm to her forehead with a sigh, and I almost rolled my eyes. “This ‘ruin’ standing right here, is Atlas Kane.” I pointed to the man squaring up to Merrick. At a towering 6’5, he overshadowed Merrick easily, and he stretched to his full height, making sure the 5’11 man never forgot that fact. “I know who he is, Calista. Don't act smart with me. What is he doing here?!” My mother’s face was going purple with rage, and Astrid drifted to her side—the perfect daughter.

Sound serious. "Oh my god. Who is warning me?" Atlas widened his eyes. Daniel never gave a warning to Atlas before. Atlas was shocked, also nervous. Atlas hesitated, "And.. What.. are.. you.. talking about? What eyes? Aish. We're late. Let's go." Atlas left the room, nervously. Great. I'm going to be crazy soon. ------ ----- -----

"We can't trace them with so little information." "So we can't find out who they're working for?" I murmured frustratedly. Suddenly, I remembered something and quickly asked Atlas, "What about the money? Did you really transfer six hundred million to him?” After hearing my urgent questions, Atlas, who had been wearing a serious expression, finally revealed a charming smile. "You can rest assured, my little money lover. How could I compromise with them and hand over the money so easily? My money’s hard to get. If it were so easy, everyone would come out of the woodwork to blackmail me," he said confidently, with the air of a strategist.

I said, Atlas has an adorable confused look on his face, he's so clueless like his father. "Mamá what she mean?" He asked. "Nothing honey, it's nothing." He goes back to playing with his sand castle, both our kids are extremely smart. Calliope has a good memory and is always aware of what's going on around her and Atlas likes to be sneaky and listen in on conversations he shouldn't be listening in. "I love you guys." I tell my kids. "Love you mamá." They repeat at the same time, Eleni shrieks happily bouncing on her father's lap.