Avatar Atlas Novels & Stories

His anger showed in the form of his eyes flashing from blue to obsidian and back. "What my sister is trying to say," the pale, red-head intervened with a charming grin and raised hands—for the life of me, I couldn't see how the two were related, "for hers, your packs, and your own safety, its safer for her not to be near battle when she's not prepared for it. For the love of the Goddess, I can see the fear in her eyes," he turned his gentle smile on me with an exuberant wave, "hi, I'm Sylvain. Tania is my mate."

I was stunned into inaction as my eyes caught the look on his face. Atlas, with his pair of piercing blue eyes, stared at me. "So, which one is your friend? This tree or that grass?" Atlas looked at me sharply and coldly. He gave off a sinister aura from within himself. His face, which helped make him look good, also helped when he tried to look scary.

He snapped back. “Who's starving?” Atlas walked in, my eyes trailed over his body and my jaw dropped opened, he was sweaty and shirtless too, the jeans he wore sat low on his hips and he was without shoes. “You’re staring Lai.” Atlas said brushing his dump hair backwards. I cleared my throat and closed my mouth as embarrassment washed over me. “Who's starving?” Atlas asked again turning to his brother with his brow slightly raised. “She is, if she continues being stubborn.” Ares said bringing me back to reality.

“The sky just woke up.” Samuel looked at her. “Now what?” “Now,” she said, voice calm but electric, “we get into position and pray Tunde doesn’t try to improvise.” ……………. INT. CITADEL MINERAL OPERATIONS HQ – SURVEILLANCE BAY – NIGHT Rows of holographic monitors flicker in a cold, sterile room lit by harsh white LEDs. The Citadel emblem rotates slowly on the wall. The air buzzes with the hum of servers and data streams. A woman in a sleek dark uniform, OFFICER ADETAYO, leans over a projection table. Her eyes glow faintly with HUD overlays.

Intentional. The dark hounds freeze mid-attack, bodies locking rigid as if time itself has seized them by the spine. The moon dims. The air grows thick, oppressive. Footsteps crunch through leaves. Slow. Measured. I lift my head with effort. A figure steps into the clearing—not light, not shadow, but something in between. Cloaked in layered sigils that bleed into one another, face obscured by a shifting mask of geometry and void. An Architect. The wolves instinctively lower themselves, muscles trembling under crushing pressure. Even the Prime stiffens, teeth bared, fury barely contained.

Moving from one wall to the next, I came face to face with a painting I didn't recognize. In fact, I hadn't even been the one to place it there. Looking at the little white slip of paper next to it-the artist statement, all it read was: Guilt-free Pleasures, Realism. There was no artist to claim it. Depicted in the piece was an olive-toned woman lying down on her back, completely naked. One hand was placed on her chest while her other was placed down at her core.

Atlas swirls his tongue around that sensitive area, making my body arch. Atlas continues kissing me down my body, pushing back as he goes. As I’m lying on his outstretched legs, his hands go up my body, under the hoodie. I’m completely naked underneath, and I’m happy about that. Atlas reaches under the hoodie, and his hands wrap around my breasts. My body arches as his fingers pinch my nipples. He teases them while his lips play up and down my inner thighs. I don’t bother to stop the moans leaking from my lips.

The dark creature's voice will be eerie and scratchy. Almost everyone around him froze where they stood, but a few of them were still moving in confusion. "Hello Assorthan," Thea said flanked by Max on one side and Amber on the other. Assorthan was stunned by looking at Theodora and Maximilian in his palace again. He soon recovered from his shock and grinned at her. "Came to see me Theodora?" he taunted looking at the different way she is dressed. A pair of black jeans and a black shirt. Not all look like the Theodora he know.

The woman laughed with a wave of her hand and Caitlyn joined the short laughter. "One thousand and two hundred, ma'am," The cashier told her after calculating the items and packaging them. Caitlyn brought out her card and paid. "Seven bags, wow!" She mouthed to herself and followed it with a heavy exhale. "Good thing I'm here!" A familiar voice said behind her. Caitlyn quickly turned to see Martin looking insanely hot. He wore a white hoodie with matching colored pants. His hair wasn't gelled back and Caitlyn had no idea they were so full and curly!

came his only reply and she mouthed a thank you before walking out of the office briskly lest he changed his mind. She kept drawing the length of her gown down as they walked into the hotel. Aurora was dressed in a pair of black short gown and she had a white wig on her hair while the make up on her face was heavy, right now she looked like a hot seductress who was going to be an interpreter. Why did Bigfoot make her do this anyways? She felt so lost and uncomfortable. “Hello” she greeted as she walked in front of the door, the guards standing there inspected her from head to toe before nodding and she entered inside and she wished she had not.