Atlas Six Characters Novels & Stories

the taller and angrier one among the four spoke up. His name is Atlas. He has an olive skin tone and he has a small scar underneath the right side of his chin. The other three are named as, Miles, Rico, and Lorenzo. Rose sighed. For some odd reason, Rose is still ignoring Sylvia. She is not feeling the same anger that she felt that morning when Sylvia insulted Russell.

At least not before now. Celia swallowed. “My mother is hunting today. She’s left with others.” “We’re not here to see Sheeva,” a one–handed Atlas said. Of average height, Atlas had dark hair and slitted dark eyes, a cloth tied around the stump that was his hand. Celia was sure it wouldn’t be long before he could take off the cloth. However, he was now without a hand. “We would like to speak with you,” he said. Celia stared, surprised, and forgetting they were waiting for her to let them in. Jon growled, pushing through them and Celia to let himself in.

I let my characters move through the chaos like a ghost inside a body. After the bell, Atlas approaches. I see him form from the crowd, solid, angry, a muscle wound ready to burst. He doesn’t say anything at first, just stands there, face thunder-gray. “We need to talk,” he says finally, voice low enough to pull me aside. The words smell of confrontation and something close to hurt. Zarek’s shoulder brushes mine. He swivels, blocking Atlas’s path without effort. “You got something to say to her?” he asks, all nonchalance, like a cat that’s found a stray on its porch and decided to claim it.

Atlas’s dark eyes smoldered as he added, “You’ve been fucking every single one of us, haven’t you?” The air thickened with tension, but it wasn’t anger, it was raw, electric lust. Callan pushed off the door, closing the distance. “We’re not upset, baby.” Mateo smirked, his voice low. “If anything, we’re impressed by your… stamina.” Kenji’s laugh was pure filth. “And turned on as hell.” Atlas’s tone carried a dangerous edge. “We want you, Juno. All of us. Together.” June 12th – The Five-Way

“You three fucking done?” I rolled my eyes, and Atlas smiled slightly. “Coming! Are you desperate to get rid of me?” I questioned as we walked over. “Na, but I just realised you three got some weird shit for names.” “What do you mean, I like my name.” Song protested. “A song, atlas and a colour.” Alejandro smirked. Maybe I need to staple gun his ass too. Oh my god imagine if Alejandro has a pierced dick! Wait does he? Eww, I don’t want to know! Gross Gross!

He frowned and coughed against his fist, saying, “She is not that gorgeous. I mean, she is okay.” “What the hell, Taylor? Are you fucking blind? Look at her! She is naturally beautiful!” Atlas reacted before he returned his attention to the stage. Atlas stood up and screamed, “Hi, Charlie! I’m Atlas! Talk to you later -” Taylor grabbed Atlas’ jacket and pulled him back down in his seat. He said, “She is not your type.” “What the hell, Man?” Atlas complained. “How do you know my type? Are you me?” “Hey, Charlie! Are you single?” another engineering student from the front row asked.

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.

" If I let go of you what happens to my money? Atlas came in while his brother has stripped me naked. Atlas walks to the bed and sits at the edge of the bed. " I am Atlas and he is Alan, we are twins, the Alpha of this pack. I want three pups and I have bought you to be my breeder"Atlas says. " And you are my sex toy, I do what I like with you" Alan says. I quickly turn to Atlas and pleaded with him to let me go. " Atlas please let me go, I beg off you" I said with tears.

I question out loud, although I thought I said it in my head. Atlas swivels his head to look at me, shock spreads across his face, followed by a toothy grin. He's wearing dark blue workout shorts and a black muscle tank that shows off every single tattoo on his arms. His hair is damp, small droplets of sweat fall into his eyes. "Sabrina? How are you?" He asks, walking towards us. I look over at Dylan who is starstruck, his jaw literally hanging open. I shoot him a look to tell him to pull himself together.

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.