Avatar Atlas Novels & Stories

Forsaking the ability to be a man would be far easier. Ashrac's newest toy is a drone used by the earth realm's U.S. military, or so he tells me. It doesn't work, but Ashrac broke it down and rebuilt it so he knows everything it can do. Acasia explained over tea that Dmitri, an earth realm vampire and friend, is creating documentation so Ashrac can attend one of earth's scientific colleges in about twenty-five years. It will be good for him.

I tell him, the look of disbelief all over his face. ""I don't understand how you don't feel this, my entire body is currently on fire, every cell of my body wants to touch you.I want to drown in your scent... you dont feel that?" Atlas says as he brushes his hand through his black hair. He looked different than the photo in his room. He had a beard now and I have to say it suits him so well, instead of a suit he was wearing black pants with a white shirt. Unbuttend so you could see the necklace he was wearing, and rings on his fingers.

Chapter 64 When she opened her eyes, she saw a smiling Warlus who had her laying on a waterbed right in front of the whale who was waiting for his meal. “Looks like you guys need a little help, so I guess you still are lucky.” Warlus said, as he used his power to send a water ice blade towards Atlas. It landed deep into his rib causing him to scream in pain, releasing his energy bolt aimed at the girls.

A frown formed between her brows as she looked at her with confusion. "I see you did alot of shopping," she threw a shade, "must be enjoying these luxuries because where you come from I hardly believe you would have more than a pair of clothings to wear," her egoistic eyes moved up and down, observing her as if she was untouchable and disgusting. One thing about Farah was the aura of arrogance she carried with her. It often reminded Roshanay of her uncle Sufyan's daughter, Hafsa. Hafsa also looked her with the same arrogant and and conceited eyes as Farah. As if she didn't even want to breathe in the same air as Roshanay.

I get up and quickly grab Atlas's shirt before putting it on Red. "Thanks girl" Red whispers to me. I smile at her as the guys try to calm down Atlas and say "Girl I think you just got claimed by a Rhodes. His name is Atlas. He's quiet but nice. Go talk to him before he goes at that guy again" She nods as I help her up. "Atlas" I hear her say quietly but it still gets his attention. Red smiles and holds her arms up to him. He walks over, picks her up and wraps her legs around his waist and neck, before walking them over to one of the empty couches.

At least not before now. Celia swallowed. “My mother is hunting today. She’s left with others.” “We’re not here to see Sheeva,” a one–handed Atlas said. Of average height, Atlas had dark hair and slitted dark eyes, a cloth tied around the stump that was his hand. Celia was sure it wouldn’t be long before he could take off the cloth. However, he was now without a hand. “We would like to speak with you,” he said. Celia stared, surprised, and forgetting they were waiting for her to let them in. Jon growled, pushing through them and Celia to let himself in.

Their porcelain skin and their behaviors are enough for me to say that. They are kind and they help us look after our children if Sam and I have some errands to do. Atlas is 3 years old while Eve is only 1o months old. Shia and Gege became my friends as well. I was with Samantha sweeping outside while Eve was in the crib and sleeping and then Atlas was playing his ball. Atlas is so handsome. Not surprising because Samantha is gorgeous but Atlas looks is little different from Samantha. Atlas may have inherited his looks from his dad.

Atlas emerged from behind Sienna, twice the size of her wolf. His eyes burned an eerie, glowing white, void of emotions. Long brown locks drifted weightlessly around his head. Azriel and Sean stared at him, confused and stunned. Zen's cool countenance twisted into something ugly. "Finally, you got the balls to show up, Atlas," he gritted out, hostility radiating from his tone. "Think of me as your bad luck, Zen," Atlas said, his gravel-rough voice low and heavy. "It's only going to get uglier for you."

different—like Atlas is just as eager to be near Medus as I am to be near Max. When I open my eyes, I'm on all fours, the world sharper, clearer, more vibrant. Atlas stands tall, his jet-black fur gleaming in the faint light of dawn. He’s massive—huge, even for an Alpha wolf. His fur is nearly pitch-black, save for that one white ear that stands out against the darkness. His muscles ripple beneath his thick coat as he pads forward, his strength undeniable. Atlas has always been proud, but today, he’s standing a little taller, more sure of himself—like he’s got something to prove.

“We need to get dressed.” Ava could barely stand, and she had marks all over her body. But her scent was still the same as when he had gone to pick her up. Not a trace of human anywhere. Which probably meant she was closer to a breakthrough. The wolf that had attacked him in the forest was about to make her appearance. And it would be a bloody massacre.