Atticus Pund Anagram Novels & Stories

The Luna For Me A Novella of Atticus and Adriana ATTICUS My name is Atticus Payne, and I am the alpha of the Whispering Mountain Pack. It is one of the strongest packs around, one that is known for its impressive and secure location. I am known for my power, strength and of course, my New Year’s Eve parties.

“So… this friend of yours. Atticus, right?” He nodded so hard his hair bounced. “Yes! He’s my best friend! We play dinosaurs and racing, and he knows all the names of the sharks—” “Right, right,” I cut in gently. “But what’s his full name again?” Reid blinked up at me, thinking hard. “Umm… Atticus… Atticus Gabriel… Mon… I don’t remember the rest” “Mhm.” I nodded like that didn’t bother me at all, but it does. “Okay. Where does he live?”

“You’re a master just like me, so I believe that you’re not a nobody. My name is Keagan Yale. How about you?” “You don’t deserve to know my name.” Atticus was extremely arrogant. Keagan’s pupils constricted. Soon afterward, he snarled, “You’re conceited!” He moved so swiftly that he turned into a shadow and ran forward abruptly! He delivered a strike at Atticus as swift as lightning with his palm hard as steel! Atticus stood with his hands clasped behind his back, his expression nonchalant. He took a long stride forward with his chest puffed up.

I stand and place my hand on Thane's chest, trying to divert his anger from Atticus. "What happened? What did Atticus say to make you so mad?" I asked. Thane finally looks at me, but before he can answer, Atticus speaks up, "Just cause you were born first doesn't make me little asshat." "It does in my book, " Thane responded. But then, he looks at me again, "He's an instigator; he likes to do things to rile me up." I look back to Atticus, who was standing up now; he shrugs, "He's not wrong..."

I lie as I walk out the door in search of the boy I cannot get off of my mind. Atticus Preston.

I guess we might get to run. Unknown- You could hang out with the Mature Alphas. Atticus- No thanks. They think I'm a freak. Unknown- They are judging you for your father's actions. Show them you aren't him. Atticus- They will ask me questions I can't answer. It's best if I keep to myself. I finish with the dumbbells and place them back on the rack before moving to the calf machine.

"Henrich, what do you know about Alpha Atticus? Is he on parole or free?" "Atticus? The Alpha of Moon Howlers who murdered the son of the Alpha of Woodcrest?" Henrich asked, bewildered. "As far as I know, the man still has many years to serve, he just started his term. Why?" Ettire stared thoughtfully at the glass in his hands. His thoughts were dominated by the man with the mask whom he was certain was Atticus. "I think he's already free and has now set his sights on Anna," he declared in a low, tight voice, his eyes red with contained fury. "And he is capable of spilling more blood if he is stopped. Anna is in danger."

And I’m willing to gather all the fragments until I can build the answer. A part of me wishes the outcome disappoints and Mr. and Miss Apion are just old-fashioned, old money types that we’re just simply unaccustomed to. But the other part, disbelief gnaws at me. Subliminal thoughts lurking in the shadowy recesses of my mind. Atticus gives me a wane flicker of a smile. “Deal,” he accepts. I nod. “So let the sleuthing begin.”

“That’s my phone. I reformatted it and put in a new SIM card. My number is the only one saved there. Don’t add any other numbers because it’s not yours. Understood?” “Yes, Sir,” Atticus replied instinctively. Phoenix raised an eyebrow. “What did I just tell you earlier?” “To call you by your name,” Atticus said. “Well?” “Phoenix,” she corrected herself. Phoenix nodded, his expression unreadable. Atticus wasn’t sure if he was pleased or indifferent, but she felt a small flicker of pride nonetheless.

Edwin’s eyes widened. “Atticus B.,” he said slowly. “I can think of one man with those initials: Atticus Black. Mr. Black.” I suddenly felt as if the floor disappeared from beneath my feet. Mr. Black… Was he truly the one behind this? “Is this true?” I asked, turning to face Sophia again. “This ‘anonymous benefactor’ of yours… Was his name Atticus Black?” Sophia’s shoulders slumped as she realized that she’d been caught.