Atticus Pokemon Novels & Stories

It wasn’t all that surprising a beastman, even a very young one, would have greater natural affinity with beast magic than me. It was still annoying, though. “You’re not supposed to play with them, you’re supposed to eat them.” Attica thrust his whole head into the water and came up with a large red and green trout-looking fish in his jaws. He sat up on his knees with the fish held up like an offering for his master. A completely inappropriate thought since he wasn’t a dog, he was a person.

Atticus fell to the ground, crying out in pain. Paxton coldly snorted, looking down at Atticus, who was lying on the ground. "Is that all?" he thought. His speed of attack was fast enough, yet Atticus was still screaming like that. "You're truly weaker than a woman," Paxton commented in his mind.

I learned that he was from the Shadow Moon Pack in Oregon, and he was one of the top warriors from his pack. They were late arriving to the event because they had car trouble. Under normal circumstances they would just shift and run the rest of the way in wolf form, but he explained that they wouldn’t have had time to shower and get cleaned up again. Not to mention their dress clothes would have all been ruined. Atticus is second to the Gamma, who is in charge of all the warrior training programs, and he is the leader of several fists of warriors. I was very impressed with his status, and it seemed like a perfect fit considering how much I loved training and fighting with the warriors.

He smiles, and I feel my heart flutter. For a moment, I didn't want to think about all this crap. I wanted to be in his presence for a while and not think about him doing something awful. He slightly tilts his head, "You gonna say hi or just stare at me?" I pressed my lips together, hiding my smile, I was supposed to be interrogating this son of a bitch, and now all I wanted to do was hug him. UGH. "How's your wound?" I ask. Atticus slightly lifts his shirt, revealing a pink scar, "Left a mark, but I'm good. I told you I'm a fast healer," I couldn't help but notice his physic as well.

They turn to see who I’m talking to. “Luna,” he says, continuing to bow his head. “You helped me,” I say. “I came to see if it was really you. We, the pack’s warriors, heard what Alpha Dimitri said. I needed to see with my own eyes if you were really alive. When I returned to the pack, I told Beta Luca that you were alive and well.” “What is your name, warrior?” I ask him. “I’m Atticus, Luna.” “You were on the mountain,” Dimitri says, recognizing him.

Anything that caught her eye, she put into the cart. And Phoenix never stopped her. Whatever she added, he just laughed, shook his head, and kept pushing the cart until they reached the meat section. “Pork cubes. Pork loins. Pork chops. Pork ribs,” she read from the list and then looked at Phoenix. “No chicken?” He just shrugged. “Pick anything you like.” She grinned. “Okay.” Atticus busied herself selecting pork and chicken, carefully choosing the best cuts without caring about her surroundings. She was about to ask Phoenix what he thought of the meat when she saw him talking to a woman. The woman looked exactly like Khatya—the woman from her dreams.

they said in unison. “She is aware, but it is Jasper who will find her,” he said, his voice booming off of the walls. That's when Atticus pulled out a picture of his daughter, the boys huddled around him staring at their mate. She was gorgeous! Long flowing black hair with light blue piercing eyes and a smile that would melt any heart. I could see the huge smile on my boys’s faces as they saw their mate for the first time. Tears flowed down their cheeks as they took the picture from Alpha Atticus. “Can we keep this?” Jasper asked.

Tomorrow we will be around strangers. Unknown- Maybe one of them could help us. Atticus- Like I said before, I have been given orders. We can not disclose anything about our pack to anyone. Unknown- I see. Well, we have only just met. I know from your memories your name is Atticus. But I have no yet been given a name. Atticus- What do you mean? Aren't you just me? Or I guess wolf me? Unknown- No. My emotions don't match yours nor do my memories. I am a separate being that lives within you. I would like a separate name. You could choose anything.

"How about if I punch you in the face and say I'm just f*cking pissed off, you think you'll be happy!!" "Then punch me if you can, don't just talk," I said with a smile, you're full of words Vallery. "Oh, I forgot to tell you that, I don't let anyone punch my precious face!" I told her with emphasis. "You're an ugly attitude nerd!!" Me? Ugly? Who f**king said that? Of course who else would it be! I admit that I'm attitude but I'm not ugly, no one is ugly in this world right? It's just a word anyway, an insulting word to make people down.

The joy of the reunion was utterly eclipsed by the fear for her son, Atticus. “And my son?” she asked, her eyes demanding an honest appraisal. “Tell me the truth, Walther. Is he well? Is he confined?” “He was confined, yes but he’s hale,” Walther assured her, deliberately withholding the details of Atticus’s defiance and the King’s earlier judgments. “He was released after striking a deal with Arthur. You see, Atticus is obsessed with a she-wolf from Woodcrest. He went after her… all the way to Malaysia.”