Atticus Rhodes Novels & Stories

There were many humans walking around doing their own thing. The place looked like a peaceful countryside. “We’re here. This is where we live!” the man introduced with a smile. Along the journey, they learned that the man’s name was Atticus. He was the vice-chief of the valley. Everyone greeted him when they entered the valley, though some looked confused at the sight of Adrian’s gang. They were wondering why Atticus had brought these outsiders. But as Atticus was of high status, nobody questioned him, and neither did he explain about Adrian’s gang to anyone.

I was a rogue, someone who was supposed to take the hits, but why had I been so unjustly wronged? Mara is a rogue too, yet nobody despises her. With these thoughts swirling in my mind, I eventually drifted off to sleep. I was roused by the faint chirping of birds combined with the sound of a running shower. The night had been so peacefully restful after a long time that I didn't want to stir. I was still in bed, stretching, when the bathroom door swung open, and Atticus emerged, clad in a black dress shirt and black pants. His hair was still damp, with only a few strands clinging to his forehead. No one would ever guess that this handsome man concealed such an ugly beast within.

I half expected Atticus to demand I change the moment he set eyes on me, but that wasn’t what happened. A knowing grin formed on his face, making him appear several decades younger. His hair was slicked to the side in a respectable combover, and he wore a pin-striped suit that made it look as though he’d been plucked from the 1920’s. “Dressed to kill, I see. You look lovely, Ophelia.” His eyes roamed over my face, then flicked down to the heeled combat boots I had on. “Make them regret hurting my daughter, will you? Just return safe to me, that’s all I ask.”

There were some points to solve before the great war that everyone is waiting for. I was sitting in the sisters' garden, there were many roses and flowers of all kinds which gave me peace and tranquility. I stretched my legs because after being bent for a long time I did not feel them behind my back, I feel a presence so I turn my head. head and relaxed a little when seeing that it was the previous vampire - Atticus - he says to which I frown - my name is Atticus, not a vampire. -Do you read my mind?- I see him shrug his shoulders.

~Prologue (In Lexia's Point Of View) "Cross him off the list." My assistant turns from where he was facing the board, looking at me sardonically. He's not really my assistant, in fact, he hates when I refer to him as that. But I wouldn't go as far to say that this man, Adrian, is my friend. "Why?" He questions, balancing a red permanent marker between his fingers. Rolling my eyes, I back up a few steps and sit on the edge of my desk, mindful of the papers scattered on it.

I leaned on the counter top and quietly drank the water until i felt someone's presence behind me so i turned around. "Didn't i tell you to leave him? He's a good for nothing fucktard, a monster and all. I already told you his dark sides so that you could realize, but you didn't listen!" It's Atticus and his deep exclamation almost made me jump out. I put down the glass of water on the marbled top as i noticed his unfixed gazes, he's drunk. It's obvious with the way he stares, his drunken eyes, dilated towards me.

“I know you hate talking about your past.” Atticus forced a smile. “It’s fine. I need to cook.” “Do you have food?” Lineth asked. Atticus shook her head. “I have roasted turkey. I’ll bring some over.” Atticus’s face lit up. “Thank you, Lineth.” As she washed the rice, her thoughts drifted back to Mr. Everette. The man whose eyes burned with disappointment and anger. The man who still haunted her thoughts.

“When you had that fever of forty degrees as a child, it was Cyrus who tirelessly sought out specialists and rushed you to the hospital to barely save your life! And yet, you repaid him by conspiring against him. Are you even human?” Atticus grew more incensed with every thought, delivering two resounding slaps across Barrett’s face. The force was enough to knock Barrett unconscious, and he hung on the edge of life. However, that wasn't enough to calm Atticus' anger. “Guards! Take this traitor to the dungeon! Splash him awake with cold water, and prepare the harshest punishment! No need for mercy—let him have what he deserves!” With these words, Atticus seemed to lose his composure. He tremb

He had not said what it was for. “To kill someone,” Atticus answered impassively. Lincoln and Rowan were surprised. “Who in Clouspring requires your personal attention?” How could a small place like Clouspring have master-level bigshots? “Clouspring isn’t a famous place, but it’s interesting,” said Atticus. “Titus Wood, Bradley Walton, the extended family of the Wolfenden, and the one I want to kill this time.” Lincoln asked in astonishment, “Bradley Walton… the old patriarch of the Waltons?”

And there he is in full form. Atticus He's tall like me, wearing what looks like an old fashioned suit. If I didn't know any better, I'd think he was in costume. I can barely believe my eyes and shake my head, hoping this isn't real. "Perhaps I should have taken care of you when I had the chance." His indignant tone hits me square in the face, pulling me out of my disbelief. "Let her go!" I shout, looking directly into his eyes, ready to pounce.