Atticus Rhodes Novels & Stories

And lastly, I can never care about a human. Atticus calls me back with his affirmation. "If anyone in the court plans to attack Rhett, I'll help you fight them off. I'll support your cause as I always have." But something triggers my curiosity. "You remember his name." "I told you: whatever and whoever is important to you is also important to me." After he finishes, he van ishes. I sigh as I plan to head back to my Kingdom, and strangely enough, I want to see Rhett first before anything.

I watched a middle-aged man of considerable strength walk in, his glassy, nearly white hair tied back away from his face. A cloak of all black shields his body, but his identity is unmistakable. I’d remember him anywhere because his face is ingrained in my memory like a scar. He gave me a single shred of hope during one of the darkest times of my life while I was locked away, underground, just like I am now. “Queen Ella,” Atticus says with a bow. The doors shut behind him with a snap. “What kind of game are you playing?” I edge toward him, my eyes shining with the last traces of my powers. “Where are we?”

A roguish smile curves on his face that does not go unnoticed. “Hey! If you want to keep those pearly whites of yours, I suggest you don’t use them to smile at my sister,” Atticus warns. Promptly, he drops Joshua’s hand and takes threatening steps towards him. Amused, mystery man folds his Spartan’s arms. His short-sleeved polo shirt exposes the ripple of iron-bound muscles. Atticus glares at him straight in the eyes, even though he’s several inches taller than him. And he gladly returns the steely-eyed look in kind.

“Grandpa, my last name is Knox, not Westfield.” “Then change it to Westfield!” the old man barked, dead serious, his face filled with authority as if he wasn’t joking at all. Atlas: “...” “If you don’t want the Westfields to fall into Augustus’s hands, isn’t Atticus still around?” Atticus was the only surviving member of the second branch. His grandfather, who was also the old man’s younger brother, died of cancer years ago, as did Atticus’ parents. That’s why he became a doctor and was practically raised by the old man himself.

the man smirks as the chief watches us curiously. “Tabitha,” he warns. “What do you think you’re doing to Atticus?” “Wondering why he is standing here like this is his home instead of being in his cell,” I snap. “Why would he be in a cell?” The chief asks, narrowing his gaze. “Atticus is our new lead detective.” “He’s…What?” I sputter, my eyes growing wide. “Repeat that!” “Allow me,” Atticus beams cockily. “I’m Atticus Snow, and from today on, I’ll be working closely with you, Tabitha Sullivan.”

the heavy smell of sweat and metal wafted through the air. That’s when she saw him. Atticus Finch, half-unzipped jersey, tape wrapped around his wrists, stood near the locker room entrance. His hair was damp, his eyes sharp, his expression unreadable as if always calculating, always judging. He looked like a man who never needed anyone. Sheila felt her skin prick. She stopped, making herself breathe the way it should. She did not want to be seen as nervous. She didn’t want to indicate that he impacted her. He looked up, as if feeling her gaze. Their eyes met. Not in a romantic way. Not in a “fate” kind of way. In a way like being stared down by a predator. Atticus's lips curled into a small

Harvey groans, “Good grief, woman, can’t you take a damn hint!” I glare at him. I was not like his attitude towards Rosie; even though he was in pain and going through shit, all she was trying to do was help. “Rosie,” Atticus holds his hand out, “Give me the salve; he won’t change his mind right now, trust me.” Her bottom lip trembles, and she gives Atticus the salve then rushes out the door.

he explained. “You don’t worry that she will expose you?” Wyatt asked. Atticus smiled, showing the slight wrinkling of his eyes, “Many humans are a risk to our kind, but not Genivieve. She knew right away something was different about me. She was smart, but kind, asking all of the right questions, and one day, she just let me know she knew I wasn’t a human. She had all sorts of people from all walks of life come through her shop and I guess she had figured out who was who or what,” he chuckled, “She’s lovely with the children. She’s like a grandmother to them.”