Atlas Six Characters Novels & Stories

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

Atlas. “Come, come, Marcella shift back, your face is what I came to see,” Atlas calls as we approach. Dexter growls and stands in front of me. I see Wesley holding a shirt next to me. He had run here unshifted. Fran gives me control and I shift back. “What do you want Atlas?” I ask, stepping from behind Dexter. Wesley is beside me. “I want my mate,” Atlas smirks. “Marrianna is your mate,” I tell him.

He peeled off his clothes and in the twinkle of an eye, Atlas emerged. “That was fast,” She said under her breath but he heard her, “I'm the supreme Alpha King for a reason.” He boasted. Alexis stared at her supposed mate, it was the first time they were meeting each other physically. Atlas was more than twice her size and he towered over her with every step that he took. “Well, Hello mate.” Atlas greeted. “Supposed mate,” Alexis corrected sassily. “Does not matter to me.” Atlas dismissed. “Are you ready to hunt?” he asked.

Frederick’s green eyes brighten as he stares through the wall of people. “What does that mean? You are not even old enough to know me.” “You’re right, forget what I said.” I see the smirk on Atlas’s face, he was up to something “I haven’t got time for your games you stupid Lycan. Now hand her over.” “My mate isn’t a piece of meat.” “Hand her over, or you will feel my full force.” Atlas let’s go, stepping forwards between the people. They part to let him through and immediately join back together, creating a barrier in front of me.

"Special Agent and Detective Nora Stevenson. Everyone calls Agent 64." A ripple of shock passed through the room. The name Agent 64 carried weight. Every single man in this room had probably heard it at some point, had probably cursed it under their breath. The DiFronzo brothers exchanged looks of pure disbelief. I had been their ghost, the agent who had hounded them for years, always just out of reach. They knew my alias, but they had never known my face. "You are a cop?" Dant was the first to speak. I met his gaze, saying nothing.

There was a dragon tattooed down his whole back. Looked so lifelike. I was half expecting it to start moving. My eyes trailed further down to his lower back, where the letters S.I.X were inscribed. So wait six isn't actually a number, but an acronym? He turned slightly, enough for me to get a view of his front, but not for him to see me standing there.

The way Rhobart said ‘my n’alxa’ sounded like a warning, like he was letting the men know to stay away from her. Milton and the twins joined them and sat on logs around the campfire. Ayla sat next to Rhobart, and he draped his cloak over her. “I am Gunther,” one of the hunters said. “Martin,” said the other. The third man looked at Ayla for a few seconds before speaking. “I am Atlas.” He spoke with a heavy accent, and the way he pronounced the words made Ayla think he wasn’t from Uzhor.

And then the worst part—Kael and Lisa hugging, ganging up against me like I was the villain in some silly story. I rubbed my temples and groaned. “Unbelievable.” “You’re still brooding?” I lifted my head slowly to see Atlas leaning against the doorway, arms crossed, amusement practically dripping off him. He had that look—like a cat who had cornered a mouse and was enjoying the helpless squeaks. “I’m not brooding,” I muttered. “Oh, yes you are,” Atlas said, strolling inside like he owned the place. “That little wrinkle between your eyebrows? That’s the ‘Enzo just got humiliated’ wrinkle.”

Varz slashes them up with both of his swords. “Alfi! You said that you wouldn’t die, right? Neither will us! We won’t die here!” Kartika smacks them alongside Cakra. “You guys...” Alfi said. “You’ve got a bunch of good friends, Alfi,” Koji said. “Don’t worry, we’ll assist you,” Rian added. “You guys...” Alfi said. “FYI, he is one of the Fatal 6,” Rian said. “Fatal 6?” Alfi and Koji wonder.