Avatar Atlas Novels & Stories

I know that it was common for us to be naked, but my daughter isn’t used to that yet. “What the hell was that?” Aiden asked “What do you mean?” I asked in return as I walked towards the bathroom to get some clothes for both of us. “Atlas,” Aiden continued as he followed me, “did he just smile?” ‘I didn’t smile. I don’t smile,’ Atlas said irritably. ‘I just made myself approachable because I don’t want little Lylia to be scared of me.’ “Atlas said he didn’t smile. He just made himself approachable because he didn’t want Lylia to be scared of him.” I replied as I passed some clothes for Aiden to wear. He took it, and both of us got dressed.

The drop of black ink on my palm didn't behave like liquid. It didn't smear; it expanded, forming a perfect, flat rectangle of darkness that mimicked the shape of a smartphone screen. As I stared into it, the image of the "Real" Kaima—the one with the serial number **[ASSET-01-PRIME]**—blinked. Her eyes were bloodshot, and she was surrounded by a thick, viscous fluid. She wasn't in a park. She was in a **Vat**.

"Oh. Maybe she just wanted a fresh start?" "Sure. I could use one too. But that's enough about Ava, she's been gone for, what, five years? Six? I don't know. The juicy stuff comes after. Now, Atlas is not the type to approach women first. He lets them come to him, like an IV drip. Why work for it when it comes to you? And I get the feeling most of them annoy him anyway. He hates being used for anything, will always make sure they can't get anything on him just in case they try to play dirty." "Rich guy, and he's got a chip on his shoulder," said Jia. "He probably has lots of enemies..."

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Katya offers. “Yeah, or maybe she too was a Therian and adopted a different form when she entered the human land.” Azraiel says as he inspects the photographs. The first photo is burned, a woman can be seen talking to someone but her face isn’t clearly visible. The photo is burned at the part where that other person is supposed to be. Only a hand is visible. The second photo is taken from a better angle. In this photo, the face of the woman is a bit more visible and the other person’s body is visible from down the neck.

My dad asks. “Someone unannounced is coming.” My mom says without breaking our eye contact. “8 miles.” I say. My blood boiling in my veins. I turn my back to my mother and look into the woods. “Who is coming, Dora?” Mom asks me. “A man with dark skin, golden eyes, and a tattoo in his right arm.” I tell everyone. “Which tattoo, Pandora?” I hear the voice of the alpha asking me.

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she demanded, her voice tinged with urgency. Alpha Haden hesitated, torn between the pull of his instincts and the pressing need to pretend like he didn't want Zaryn off his sight. His inner turmoil was still interrupted by the persistent whispers of Gaya, a voice only he could hear. “Your mate is Tasyra,” Gaya repeated, each chant digging deeper into Alpha Haden's head.

GAVRAEL ~ “Thank you for delivering yourself to me. From what I’ve been told, the mate to the white wolf is the Alpha. I can’t wait to have you strapped down next to her. I finally have something to take me to the highest levels of prestige in the scientific world. Imagine all I could do with your DNA, my name will be in the history books. I will be able to replicate whatever makes you all so special and make an army of your kind from humans, give people powers at will. I will become a goddess on earth, nations all over the world will seek my work, and no one will ever call me weak again.”