Rwby Atlas Soldier Novels & Stories

Swords, Knives, Bows, Arrows, Spears. "Thank you, Rynyxon said, looking at me. "Angel blessed weapons fused with Angel blood,' he said, looking up towards Ava. She was trying to keep up the wall as Atlas walked through it, burning anything that tried to come through. What he was, was a mystery, but now was not the time. Ava suddenly gave out and I used my power to slow her fall. Atlas saw her falling and caught her in his arms before running back towards us. Their protective wall was burning out.

He even exuded a hint of ruthlessness toward his daughter. That must be why he could personally send his daughter to a psychiatric hospital. His hand hung mid-air as Atlas showed no intention of shaking hands with him. Ultimately, he had no choice but to retract his hand awkwardly. He looked at Atlas and said in a low voice, "My daughter is young and knows nothing. She’s just spouting nonsense because of her admiration for you.” Gabriel hurriedly added, "Mr. Atlas, please forgive us. Hazel was just joking.” Atlas didn't even look at Gabriel and continued questioning Byron, "Mr. Byron, as far as I know, Sautoir Fine Jewelry under ATL Empire has not cooperated with anyone in Torado. Currently,

But the boy before him now, the one who had looked him straight in the eye during a thunderstorm and said he wasn’t scared of thunder, only afraid of memories—that was someone he didn’t recognize. He turned slightly and noticed that Atlas had fallen asleep. His head rested against the arm of the couch, hair cascading over his forehead in messy strands. The candlelight softened his features, highlighting the faint freckles on his nose and the delicate curve of his lashes. He looked so small, almost fragile, yet somehow at peace, as if the storm could no longer touch him. A tightness gripped Rowan’s chest. He didn’t want to call it guilt, but deep down, he knew that was exactly what it was.

Aidan ordered the soldiers, and they all did, pulling the covers out of the way, and there I saw a lot of weapons I never thought I'd see in my lifetime. Atlas came down from his stand, his steps staggering, and at the corner of my eye, Adia was leaving angrily, her maids rushing behind her. A little smile tugged at the corner of my lips as I looked at Tristan, who was taking deep breaths but still looking down. Atlas let his fingers trail along the side of the box and onto daggers and silver bullets. He pulled a sword from the bundle. He was removing its sheath. He and Aidan began to talk in low tones, shoulder to shoulder. I saw Aidan look up at Eric and continue with the conversation.

"Emma, if we take that, the Pact is gone. The North becomes a museum." The tension broke when Lyra and Caelum ran onto the plaza. They had escaped the nursery again, their violet and emerald auras flaring with a playful, innocent energy. Arthur’s soldiers immediately raised their rifles—weapons that fired "Aether-Dampening" slugs. "STAND DOWN!" I roared, my kinetic power erupting into a corona of indigo-gold fire that forced the soldiers back.

Ryder stood up and walked to open the door. Atlas entered the room fiercely and looked around, searching for the real me, not the reflections. When he finally did, he sauntered close. "What are you two doing here?" His skin seemed pale and discerning his expression, it could be defined as the worried face of his, I think. Behind him, Ryder bowed as he retorted. "We are just chatting, your Majesty." "Did you ask me before coming here?" His question was for me. I pulled myself up to meet his shoulder. I could only reach that far. "You were busy there." I answered.

Atlas’s gaze met Arianna’s, his usual calm and cheerful demeanor returning. With a slight hint of worry in his eyes, he approached her. "Are you alright?" Arianna nodded, bowing slightly. "Thank you, Ser Atlas and yes I'm alright." Atlas squinted at her, his voice tinged with warmth and humor. "Liar. The tears in your eyes say otherwise. Did the soldier hurt you before I arrived?" Arianna shook her head. "No." Atlas sighed and extended a hand. "Come on. It’s not safe for you to be out here alone. I’ll walk you back."

He reached out, his fingers hovering over my hand on the desk, aching to touch but refraining. “I hate it too,” he admitted. “I wanted to burn that jersey the second she put it on. But Emilia was right.” I froze. “You talked to Emilia?” “I heard her talking to Ryker,” Evans corrected. “Atlas is planning something for the rally. He wants to publicly claim his territory. If we look like we’re together, he destroys us. If we look like we’re done... maybe he hesitates.” He looked at me with those intense green eyes, pleading with me to understand the strategy.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Lakeworth. I was blind." Sean simply nodded. He didn't want to hold a grudge against Michael. Michael turned back to Atlas. "Atlas, has… has Mr. Lakeworth forgiven me?" His real fear was for the supreme War God before him. Atlas is the strongest person in Salvania—a Heaven Ace. "Yes," Atlas replied coldly, knowing that Sean wouldn't stoop to the level of someone as petty as Michael. "Atlas, let's go." Sean didn't want to waste any more time. Vanessa was still waiting for him to rescue her.

In the space of a single heartbeat, his body twisted and shifted, bones cracking as his massive dark-brown wolf burst forth. Then he was gone, vanishing into the forest, swallowed by shadow and undergrowth as if the night itself had claimed him. “Orders, Beta?” a warrior called out. “Hold,” Atlas said sharply. Relief flooded Bridget’s chest, until Atlas raised his hand. A guard stepped forward without hesitation, placing something heavy and cold into his palm. Moonlight caught the gleam of silver at the gun’s tip as Atlas lifted the weapon, its size and weight terrifying in his grip.