Legends Of Tomorrow: The Atom Novels & Stories

At the same time he let Breeger go and he fell to the floor. “Yes!” Gelyn finished for Breeger despite Benedict trying to save her. “He is Atomas’ son!” A smile split Breeger’s face. He knew he had won tonight. A hush settled over the room before it exploded with noise. “Whore! The curse of Atomas is with us! Atomas lives on! We demand an exorcism! Kill the boy!” The shouts resonated through the room and then “Kill the boy!” became the only chant.

" A younger man said, advancing with a gentle smile. Confusion overwhelmed me like a tidal wave. "Who are you?" My voice was raw, barely above a whisper. "I'm Atom," he replied. "I discovered you along the river." The older man let out a deep breath, advancing farther. "I am Jam," he announced. "The Rogue King. And I am your father." My heart thudded. My father? That couldn't be correct. "This is your brother, Jason," Jam went on, gesturing to another man who nodded in acceptance. "And Atom—he is my Beta."

No longer just a werewolf, but not completely fae; just like Atlas. "Try?" Lenia scoffed, a slim eyebrow lifting as she let out a sarcastic laugh. She placed a delicate hand on her hip, "You have no idea what you're doing, do you? How reassuring that a child is trusted with the fate of an entire world. We're doomed, Vidia." Heat rushed through me, and my own eyes flashed red. I had been pushed and pulled since coming here, but I was finally getting on my feet. Atlas placed a hand on my shoulder, but the words were already spewing from my mouth like acid.

She had adamantly cut off all of them, not wanting to put at risk the lives of civilians. Two hours earlier, it was confirmed that the extraterrestrial life forms had all been destroyed by the heroes of Atlanta. This included the Amarok army and the Legion of Death—but the Pentagon had no idea that that was what they were called. Madam Secretary had felt a glimmer of hope, totally convinced that the heroes would be able to take down the last standing alien life form that seemed to be stronger than all the others—Elektris.

she replied, forcing herself to chuckle, and Grandma Atom seemed to appreciate her response. As they continued chatting, two black Jeeps pulled up at the outskirts of the Atom's mansion. A man in his late 60s stepped out of the first car, accompanied by his wife, who was dressed in a black linen garment. They looked graceful as they walked together. The door of the other Jeep swung open, and a masculine figure emerged. He was the second son of the Atom family, Gregory Atom. Beside him stood a young woman adjusting her short skirt - Vanessa Atom, the youngest daughter of the family.

“There’s only seven and a half million citywide, including the boroughs. Perhaps the good Mayor needs some assistance with his calculations. Where’s Mr. Whalen when he’s needed?” Andrew’s head tipped back with his laughter. “That man won't be of an iota of assistance. Besides, he's still grousing over the paving on the route to the World of Tomorrow.” “Couldn’t have happened to a nicer fellow,” Evelyn chuckled. “They’re only here a few hours. What’s our schedule then?” **