Novel & Cerita Booktok Atlas

or fall even harder. 3rd Person POV As Atlas left the library, the soft sound of his footsteps faded down the hall until everything fell quiet again. Behind one of the tall bookshelves, Rowan stood still, hidden in the dim light filtering through the blinds. He hadn’t moved for several minutes, just watching.

I gasped, my hands flying to my mouth. "I'm flying to Boston right now," Atlas stated, his eyes burning with a dark, ruthless fire. "Grab your coat, Tamine. You're coming with me."

She walked away. He rubbed his face, frustration boiling. How long before the whole kingdom noticed his disinterest wasn’t just “picky”? Later that afternoon, Atlas hid in the palace library, poring over old maps to distract himself. Footsteps approached. It was Maris again, this time she had a book in her hand as if it were a coincidence. She cornered him between the tall shelves. “I brought you something.”

Then Anthony spoke. “Mama, look.” He held the book open, his little finger pointing to a page filled with symbols. “This book is the map key. These markings—” he tapped a symbol that looked like a flame enclosed in a circle, “—are for active sites. But some of the other ones, the faded ones? I think they’re dormant. Or hidden.” Loria took the book from his hands and her eyes widened as she scanned the page. I watched her lips move silently, reading, then her gaze snapped back to the map.

Behind him entered Elan, who gave me a soft smile as they approached. Laying out the paper on Thomas’s desk, a large map of the pack territories in the region illustrated. Borders were boldly marked, along with some other markings of which I was unsure their meaning. Off to the side, I noticed the leather-bound book that belonged to my grandmother. Whispers seemed to emanate from the book, distracting me briefly from the conversations that were going on. “What's going on?” I asked, looking away from the book to the others in the room.

he sighs as he sets the book on the surface of the table, unleashing a small cloud of dust. Together we spend several minutes leafing through the pages, marveling at his mother's incredible mind. "She never got to do half of these things," Atlas mused. "But she couldn't keep from imagining all the things she could do if she had more time." We continue to search together in silence, neither one of us minding the time that passes as we take care of our time looking over the pages. Eventually, we find a page that has been decorated with little stick figures battling sea monsters around a diagram of the chest and its unique titanium design.

When I wake up, Atlas is sitting up beside me, reading the book I had recently been devouring to keep myself entertained. Eyes widening, I feel a wave of embarrassment flare through me as I realize just what that book was full of. "You’re up?" Atlas asks, not missing a beat. "Y-yeah," I respond, trying to ignore the burning on my cheeks and the back of my neck. "Um… How much of that have you read?" "Enough," he smirks. "No wonder you’re such a freak in bed." Shit. Could the earth open up and swallow me whole now? How could I have forgotten to hide that book like I was doing all the other times? Now he was going to think that I was some weirdo for reading such things.

And once you reach for it, you will identified as one of their leader. Every born child of Alpha's will have their own book. And this book will lead them to a quest. A quest will help them to level up. These Alpha's were created by Mother Tree, she was the most powerful of the underworlds. She can give more life to every creature in their land. But creating the Alpha's would be her greatest mistake because instead of protecting their land they were the one destroying it by killing each other just to be a leader. The four Alpha's can be recognized which group of clan they're belong by the color of their eyes.

TBC AUTHOR’S NOTE: so it’s established that Atlas isn’t that good of an alpha when it comes to emotional intelligence… . Please leave gems or just one gem, if possible thank you <3

Familiar names like Phoenix, Sacramento, Moon River City, Crescent City, Boston and others appear on the headers, each page showing a detailed aerial view of the outlined cities and areas. “This is the Grand Atlas of Realities,” Araminta explains, flipping through the pages. It isn’t a thick book, but as she flips the pages new ones glow into existence as old ones vanish, making the enchanted tome seem never ending. “This book contains details of every major city, town, and territory in the world. These pages,” she flips one of the thin sheets of vellum over the top of the page named Crescent City, “show the human settlements.” As she presses the page flat, the two worlds overlap. The human