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“Yes, you can. I got this.” Lily turned back to Atlas, who was waiting patiently. After a beat, she sighed. “Fine. But if this is some elaborate scheme to get me into a hiking trail, I’m out.” Atlas laughed. “Noted. Come on.” Lily wasn’t sure what she expected, but it definitely wasn’t this. “A bookstore café?” she asked as they stepped inside the cozy space. Atlas grinned. “You get coffee and books. It’s basically your version of paradise.” Lily glanced around, taking in the warm lighting and endless rows of bookshelves. She had to admit it was perfect.

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 couldn't help but wonder if Valen lurked in the shadows, immersed in some urgent task or contemplation. Reaching the end of a shelf, my gaze fell upon a stack of books, their titles a tantalizing invitation to exploration. Yet, it was the bold letters of "Atlas" that beckoned to me like a siren's call. With a swift motion, I plucked the tome from its resting place, cradling it in my arms like a precious treasure. Making my way to a nearby table, I carefully laid the book down, anticipation bubbling within me like a dormant volcano ready to erupt.

“I’ve only ever read about a circus in books, and that carnival section looked like it would be fun.” Amy cringed. “I doubt Clayson’s place is anything like what you’ve read about.” “No, it’s not,” Atlas agreed stiffly. Of course it wasn’t. Not in the new not-so-new supernatural world. Hell, I’d probably never even get the chance to see an elephant in my lifetime. I’d have to amend my bucket list to remove “ride an elephant.” We drove in the dark toward Fire and Fluorite, not seeing any other cars on the road for the first hour. When we finally did, there was a dark-colored van pulled over with two men standing on the outside of it.

Atlas looked like he had been hit over the head with a hammer made entirely of the concept of bewilderment. "Why…what…who…this makes no sense," Atlas stumbled. "Why on earth—I mean, I knew he would try to sabotage Noah before Damnatio Memoriae to get him exiled…but why assassinate him and try to steal documents?" "That is what I want to figure out," I said. "Noah gave you access to the entire database. If we find what Chris is looking for, then it'll give us an idea of what he's up to." "Yes, yes, that's all well and good, except for the fact that the network contains literal thousands of gigabytes worth of information!" Atlas grimaced in frustration. "How are we supposed to sift through all

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.

"There's no date, there's also no cohesive language. It's almost like a diary that's been added to over the centuries." "Shit." I rubbed a finger over my eyebrows. "Exactly. Atlas and Taryk are going to see about getting a private showing." I raised an eyebrow. "They have that kind of clout?" Ransom chuckled. "They have enough." "What does the book say about changing into animals?"

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

“You don’t have to sugarcoat it. I know you think I’m pathetic. Showing up here. Staying in your house like—like some stray.” “Is that what you think?” Daniel’s voice dropped, low and steady. He leaned forward, resting his forearms on the island, close enough that Evan could see the faint scars across his knuckles, the gray flecks in his stubble. “Because that’s not what I see.” Evan swallowed hard, his skin prickling with heat despite the storm outside. “Then what do you see?” Daniel held his gaze, unblinking. “A boy who gave too much of himself to someone who didn’t know what to do with it.” His mouth curved, the faintest suggestion of a smile. “And someone I’d rather not watch keep drowni

Chapter 3: The Home That Calls You Back The next time Atlas sees Nova, she’s not at the graveyard. She’s sitting on the church steps, notebook closed for once, her eyes watching nothing in particular. He almost walks past her, but something in her posture—the way her shoulders are set like she’s waiting for a storm—makes him stop. "You avoiding the graves today?" he asks. Nova looks up, her mouth curving into half a smile. "Even ghosts need new scenery."