Avatar Atlas Novels & Stories

he has the audacity to ask me. I lift my brows. “Excuse me?” “Why are you sitting next to this weird old dude? Do you know him?” I snort. “I know him better than I know you. His name is Vladimir, he drives a red Ferrari and a white Porsche, all his ex-wives have betrayed him, and he likes scotch. Also he has a cute little black puppy Milanka. The only information I have about you is that your name is Atlas.” “I am your hot boxing coach.”

I state clearly stating that his precedes here weren’t appreciated but he doesn’t seem to get the news. He remained mute leaning back, not seeming like he was about to go anytime soon. “What do you want?” I asked irritatingly. He smiles his green eyes glittering, “You’re beautiful”” he says instead cutting me off guard. “You’re Lyra Skye? The wolf he got married to” he states yet again alarmed at how much he knew. Who was this guy? “I’m Xavier Blackwood” he responds. I read through his mind but could only get the fact that he wanted to know me out from him. He seems to know how to shield his thoughts.

Finally, the most beautiful specimen of werewolf I have ever seen jumps out of the helicopter. I'm not gay, but there was a werewolf capable of making heads of all genders spin. I know how to appreciate male beauty. We werewolves are very rarely ugly. Even rogues are attractive, either way, but in front of us was the most beautiful of them all. Dressed in light blue jeans ripped above the knee, a white T-shirt, white sneakers, and a jacket to match the pants, he was a tall creature with an athletic physique, slightly long blond hair, and sparkling blue eyes. That one was Angel; his face was almost a copy of his mother's. We can all say that we are seeing a true angel that just fell from the

That single difference changed the history of the world. Selene continued, her voice tight. "Atlas became a weapon because Marcus stopped seeing human beings as people, Ava. He didn't see souls, or families, or love." The silver world began to tremble beneath their feet. "He saw them as raw information. Data to be harvested, digitized, and reconfigured." Ava felt physically sick. Consciousness, memory, emotion, identity—everything Atlas touched, everything Marcus studied. To him, humanity was just a vast, messy code waiting to be perfected.

Azure smiled at him and said,” If I could then I would but we angels do have some things to be controlled. Just like all the men and women and everyone on earth would not be able to deal with how I look in reality similarly I need to have something less threatening as my face on earth.” “That is not less threatening. That is downright repulsive, Azure,” said Aithusa however she added,” Whatever you might look like it does not matter really. But I need to get back to someone. I think that you both can take care of it well enough.”

Although I still see him, King Alword in my dreams haunting me. Am 18. Neither tall nor short, have long black hair, blue ocean eyes, pink lips and possess a super power. I have the ability to heal anything. Cool right??. I checked the time on my phone screen and sigh, i don't wish to be late. I tossed away the blanket from my body and stood up, I head towards my bathroom and had a nice bath. The warm running did a really good job on my skin. After bathing, I cleaned myself with my towel and applied body lotion. I got dressed in my favorite blue bib jumpsuit and white sneakers, I packed up my hair in a high ponytail before I glanced back at the mirror. Yeah am ready.

I bit my lip when he got up from the couch to take off his clothes desperately, and I took advantage of ogling it at every garment he took off, knowing what would come when he was completely naked. “What the hell...?” My eyes widened at the sight of a tattoo on his chest. It wasn't just any tattoo, of course. On his left chest there was an A written in cursive letter and inside the letter I could see a landscape. "I wanted to take your memory with me, Abbie,” he explained, kneeling naked between my legs, "I always wanted to remember the first moment we met." “Is it the island?” I asked looking at it closely; I liked how incredible the blue sky, palm trees and sand looked. It was as if the A

We walked towards the portal to celebrate our victory, prepare for our future, and mourn the fallen. *** Athena's POV I stared at two women in front of me. One had hair as white as snow. Her eyes were as bright as the stars, her skin glowing. She gave me a warm smile as she walked towards me. Her feet were bare as she glided through the grass. As she got closer, I noticed white tattoos of the stars and constellations covering her arms. The second woman followed the first. Her eyes, the colour of the sun, golden and bright. Her hair, as dark as earth. Her skin was glowing and looked as though it had been wrapped by the sun, the colour of caramel. Her body held tattoos of vines and flowers, st

These bastards had come here for Avery wanting to bring her back to whatever hell she had escaped from and I'd be a dead wolf before I let that happened. By the time we had completely annihilate the rogues blood is dripping from my mouth and claws, my fur is soaked in the red substance and my eyes are completely black, my thirst for blood getting the best of me. "Damn i don't even wanna see how you look when you shift back" someone says Looking up i see Alvin one of the top warriors of our pack looking at me with an amused grin on his face. "I completely forgot why they called him la bestia, i remember clearly now though" Lucas another one of our warriors who is one year younger than me says

I swallowed hard, looking around for something that would help me out, but all I could see were tall trees. “Yore and Lola….” Someone whistled, and those two ran to that person. My eyes went around when I sighted them jump at Luther, throwing themselves in his arms like babies. “Goddammit!” Luther laughed when he collapsed onto the ground flat on his back due to their enormous weight. I gazed at another Jaguar that was smaller than the first one. Those two licked Luther’s face and purred. “You two are not babies anymore!” Luther rubbed the back of their neck and those snuggled in his arms, scratching his bare chest.