Kratos X Atreus Novels & Stories

Their team got famous in the platform of online esports. Kratos could feel he had a soft corner for that girl so he used to protect her all the time, in the game. Kratos was the name of Nicolas Walker's gaming account. He was the one and only son of famous industrialist Christopher Walker who was literally the most powerful tycoon of Los Angeles. Nicolas loved to talk to Minerva and they used to play whole night. Minerva was little shy at first but soon she started feeling comfortable with Kratos and her teammates and she knew it very well Kratos was the one who used to rescue her all the time.

Taylor plunged at the Kraken’s neck and used the mutated artifacts to slash it. When the creature covered its neck, Taylor climbed on its back to find the transmitter that merged the six scientists to become the Kraken. The young champion ran across the creature’s back, aiming for the transmitter lodged in its lower spine. The creature twisted and swung Taylor off its back. Taylor got his bearings then readied to teleport for the transmitter again.

His thumb stroked the skin there in a way that reminded me I wasn't alone in this mess. "He’s going to feel a lot more than this, Beautiful," Ares chimed in, stepping over the lifeless body of a guard. He wiped a spray of blood from his cheek with the back of his hand, something lethal flickering behind his eyes. "By the time we’re done, the name Graves won't be a legacy. It’ll be a warning." Atlas was already barking orders into his headset. He was coordinating the cranes and the secondary transport ships that were emerging from the fog.

Pew. They exploded into green goo. But Jinx wasn't firing. She was standing on the bow, holding her datapad, watching the monster. "Ren," Jinx said over the comms. Her voice was eerily calm amidst the chaos. "Look at the attack pattern. The Kraken shoots 'Ink Jets' that burn the hull, right?" "Yeah, acid ink!" Ren yelled, dodging a black stream of liquid. "Don't let it touch you! It eats armor!"

I know how foolish that sounds, but that’s the best solution. Atlas and Ares are going at it, and their moves are fast. Before I can grasp everything going on, Atlas is on his knees with Ares standing behind him. His claws are extended, and they are close to his neck. Ares looks straight at me, anger pouring from him when he sees Matt close. “I’m going to end him, and then your little boy toy will be next.” Ares’s hand is high in the air, claws extended fully. My stomach drops further and further as his hand drops closer, bringing his claws closer to Atlas’s neck.

he said with gratitude lacing his voice. Now it was falling in place. Xerxes did that intentionally. Drugging me with Aconite and Malachai had the cure so that I was dependent on him and him only. “Oh no, I do not any anything, just an alliance between our packs. How about that?” Augustus nodded, a wide smile on his face. “Of course,” Augustus raised his glass and grinned. “Toast to our future alliance,” Kai smirked, his eye found mine and he smirked. “To our future alliance.”

Atreus was a force of nature. He moved through the yard with terrifying precision, ripping the head from one Daywalker before driving an ashwood stake straight through another's heart. Every movement was controlled, every strike lethal. His clothes were soaked with blood, but he never slowed. Every time someone tried to get past him, they died. Anton fought not far from him. His claws tore through Veil operatives as if they were made of paper. He shifted between human and wolf with frightening speed, knocking enemies aside to protect the Sentinels fighting around him.

We crawl out onto the shoulder of the highway bridge. The scene is surreal. To our left, the road is gone—destroyed by the RPG crater. To our right, the Reaper convoy is idling. Three black armored trucks and a dozen motorcycles. They are blocked. They can't move forward because of the crater. They can't turn around on the narrow bridge. Kyros stands in the headlights of the lead truck. He is staring at the crater, furious. He hears our boots on the asphalt. He turns. "You," Kyros breathes. He looks at Drakon like he’s seeing a cockroach that survived a nuclear blast.

The water jet almost made contact. However, Matthew fired a beam of condensed astra to counter the water jet and it vapourised into bubbles. Cretoxarinh quickly moved in to attack. It seemed to have trusted Matthew to deflect Kraken’s attacks. With them working together, Cretoxarinh was able to get close and bite down on Kraken. Kraken wrapped its tentacles around Cretoxarinh. The toothed suction cups along the tentacles were scratching Cretoxarinh’s body. Luckily, its head was protected by a bony plate so it was not sustaining any major damage.

His cobalt-blue markings are like storm clouds swirling on his skin. He’s followed by his aide, a younger Nordian with silver streaks in his hair, who’s already talking about troop movements and rebels. I keep my hands steady on the crystal, my breath even. Don’t react. You are furniture. You are air. Kratos doesn’t even glance at me. He doesn’t have to. His suffocating presence is enough. He walks right up behind me, so close the heat radiating from his body seeps into my skin. His shadow swallows me whole.