Atlas Six Characters Novels & Stories

“And whatever you do, do not touch me.” I roll my eyes and nod. “I’ll avoid that like you’re the plague.” “Good,” he says firmly. The rest of the trainees leave the room, leaving only us, the Gamma, and a woman I don’t recognize. But something about her feels familiar, like I’ve known her before. “What you need to do is very simple,” Atlas begins, his eyes locked on me; cold, and devoid of emotion… yet beautiful. He has his father’s eyes, but his are a deeper and brighter shade.

June said, disconnecting the call. "Who died?" Atlas asked, waking up naked. He walked to the wardrobe to get himself a new pair of clothes to wear as Octavia watched him. He wasn't so bad naked; he was good-looking, a well-groomed man with firm buttocks. "I am sure it is not my butt that died," Atlas teased, noticing that Octavia was looking at his butt and not answering his question. Maybe he should start getting more naked around her; it seemed she was turned on by things like that.

While others saw charm with no effort, Atlas was more cautious, almost on guard, as if he was waiting for Frank to crack and turn out to be a complete jerk. That very hesitation hooked Frank harder than any slam dunk could. Then there were Atlas’s unique qualities that made him impossible to ignore: the gentle, androgynous features that bullies at Brookstone High loved to mock, the quiet insight that allowed him to pick up on things no one else noticed, the way his sarcasm hit just right, and that rare, crooked smile which felt like a cherished secret meant only for Frank. Before he knew it, Frank had fallen head over heels for the quiet gay boy the rest of the school had dismissed as an eas

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.

The city held its breath. Not a single screen flickered without purpose. Not a single drone wavered. Not a single Leviathan misstepped. Aurora Hale walked forward. Not fast. Not slow. Perfect. Every step measured. Every movement synchronized with the heartbeat of Atlas itself. Red light flickered in her eyes, deeper now, sharper. Behind her, six distinct presences aligned in the storm, each impossible to ignore: the six billionaires. Adrian Cross, closest and tethered, eyes wide but steady, mind racing to keep Atlas online without interrupting the singular flow of power Aurora had become.

Only now I pay more attention to his form - covered from head to toes in dark red goo. My breath hitches as Lenox slowly turns around and waves his hand. “Sorry, pal, that was my friend Atlas. The fucker isn’t a friend, but it’s not like I can get rid of him. You know, like that itch on your ass cheek that’s supposed to disappear once you scratch it, but instead of fading, it becomes worse? Yeah, that’s Atlas.” I keep opening and closing my mouth but even a word doesn’t leave me. I’ve seen plenty of crazy things in my life, but this one is taking the cake.

"After... everything. Bold choice. Stupid, but bold." "Go away, Charlotte," Ryker growled, stepping forward. Charlotte ignored him. She looked at Evans, slumped in the chair. "Look at him," she mocked, tilting her head. "The fallen king. You look terrible, Evans. Maybe you should have stuck to water last night." Evans looked up, his eyes narrowing. "Maybe you should have stuck to cheering instead of pharmacy." Charlotte's smile didn't waver. "I don't know what you're talking about. But I do know that Atlas is on a warpath. And when he's done with the other team... he's coming for you."

The older sister scowled at the little one, who rolled her eyes and giggled in response. “Alette and Adelina.” Atlas motioned to the two sisters. The six-year-old, Adelina, flashed a dimpled smile at me while Alette gave me a wary glance. “This is my true-mate, Raelynn.” “Don’t mind Alette, she worry’s too much.” Adelina snorted, smiling at Atlas and I, much more intelligent than I would’ve pegged a six-year-old. “She’s Atlas’s true-mate Alette, you know she wouldn’t hurt us.”

I take a deep breathe slowly, wishing someone would join us and I don’t have to feel this atmosphere alone. ……………. Now there are 8 of us sitting here. Introduced each other and a little jokes to crack the stranger’s feelings among us. I saw that guy in front of me, he is Ivan, seems humble and nice, not kind of overbearing person- just like the first guy I met here-. Then the guy at the edge of this table, Arthur, he’s the tiniest in comparison to the other guy here. He has fair skin with knee-length shorts and wearing glasses, well he looks casual even though he was the one who said that maybe we have to consider re-schedule the meeting due the rain hasn’t stopped in his place. For that rea

I ignore Bridget completely. “The only way to stop me is to come with me,” Atlas smirks. “I will personally defend this pack,” I declare. “And I do have a few warriors on my side.” Wesley steps forward. “Hey Atlas, did you know Marcella isn’t the only shifter. Come after Pack Bazin and you get Fran and Aries,” Wesley smirks. “Who the hell is Aries?” Atlas asks. Wesley shifts, my 16-year-old brother shifts, just like Fran, he’s huge, black with glowing green eyes.