Avatar Atlas Novels & Stories

The red head looked up at their entrance and pulled off her set. “Alright,” she smiled. She stood up and walked around the table. Anais could see her excitement as well as scent it. “I’m Charlie. I’m Atlas’ official PR director and jack of all trades, but also his bestie,” she said. Anais nodded slightly. “I’m Anais. It’s nice to meet you,” She said.

It was unfortunate that the challengers could not kill or leave any permanent injuries, or Anders would definitely have Carville begging for mercy! At that moment, Carville suddenly let out a shout. He started to move his hands again and started to form some incredibly eye-catching seals. As petals entered Carville's back, the petals quickly combined to form an incredibly large flower. "That's Carville's world avatar?" Someone said with widened eyes. Lourain was not sure if that was correct, and turned to look at Fane. Fane nodded when he felt Lourain's gaze. The large, nameless flower behind Carville's back was his world avatar.

“I apologize, Your Graces, but—someone else wants to meet Lady Valentina.” I blinked, slightly confused. “Who?” Jarvis glanced up a bit, his eyes fell on Andres, and he quickly lowered his gaze, which aroused my suspicion even more. I narrowed my eyes at my suddenly cold mate and turned to Jarvis. “Who is it, Beta Jarvis?” I demanded. “Well,” Jarvis swallowed hard, “it’s the Alpha of the Shadow Crust Pack, Alpha Atlas Darwin…”

“And whatever you do, do not touch me.” I roll my eyes and nod. “I’ll avoid that like you’re the plague.” “Good,” he says firmly. The rest of the trainees leave the room, leaving only us, the Gamma, and a woman I don’t recognize. But something about her feels familiar, like I’ve known her before. “What you need to do is very simple,” Atlas begins, his eyes locked on me; cold, and devoid of emotion… yet beautiful. He has his father’s eyes, but his are a deeper and brighter shade.

Did he really think I was speaking rhetorically? "An Avatar is like you and me, but they can do so much more, you could be a berserker with magic, you could be a wizard with swordsmanship, there's even this girl in the capital, a tank healer and she can control spirits, imagine this talent when she is older!"

the taller and angrier one among the four spoke up. His name is Atlas. He has an olive skin tone and he has a small scar underneath the right side of his chin. The other three are named as, Miles, Rico, and Lorenzo. Rose sighed. For some odd reason, Rose is still ignoring Sylvia. She is not feeling the same anger that she felt that morning when Sylvia insulted Russell.

“I’m Adelina and I’m calling from KlasyRhodes fashion home, Luanda. We need you to create some designs ma. We want to put up a fashion show and we need new unusual foreign designs.” Could she just stop with the madam thing, Chava had cringed one of her fists already; she didn’t like to be addressed with ‘ma’. Luanda? That was an African country and the caller didn’t sound like a regular client. Where did she get her contact from? “OK, my name is Chava or you can call me Miss Ava.” She smiled. “OK mad--sorry, Miss Ava. How much is your rate?” “When is the deadline? And how many designs?”

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.”

"YOU HAVE COME FAR, ANOMALIES." The voice didn't come from speakers. It synthesized directly from the vibrating ambient air of the room, echoing with the absolute authority of a creator. From the rolling white fog at the base of the central sphere, a figure emerged. It wasn't a holographic projection like the Seraphim in the plaza. It was a physical, synthetic avatar. SYSTEM ALERT: THE PRIME AVATAR (ADMINISTRATOR). THREAT LEVEL: OMEGA. The avatar was humanoid, but it possessed no face, no gender, and no armor. Its body was constructed entirely of a seamless, shifting liquid-metal alloy that mirrored the surrounding blue light. It floated two inches above the obsidian floor, entirely unbother

At the end of the day, any decision that gets made is hers and hers alone, and I’m grateful that I have an amazing Alpha in her and that I don’t have her job. I inhale deeply. It’s with that deep inhale that I smell my favorite scent in the whole world, warm cherry pie. I know my mate is near. It’s then that I heard the knock on the door. “Come in, Beautiful” I call to Zella, my mate as I lift my head up while still remaining hunched over the desk. Thought to be a Hebrew name meaning, “wolf” the name Zella only encapsulates one small part of who this wonderful woman is. Yes, she is a wolf. But, she’s also my mate, the female Beta of the Crimson Snow Pack, a strong warrior who balances that s