Novel & Cerita Rwby Atlas Soldier

He didn't look away; he just tracked me with a look that was intense and hungry. I’m so sorry. The thought that he saw me as a challenge made my pride flare, even as Selah retreated. My lips pulled into a tiny smirk. 'Not mine,' she muttered. "I know a lot of things," Atlas said. His voice was steady, his jaw set. The challenge in his voice made me narrow my eyes. I pointed a finger at the stone fountain. "Fine, genius. Explain that, then." "It’s a wolf," he said simply. "With snakes on its legs."

I was about to start getting up and back to the bed when Ryker pushed me back on my knees, his eyes dark with lust, obsession and a hint of possessiveness. “You’re not done yet,” his voice was ladened by his lust and excitement, “you still have a long fucking way to go, whore.” He finished. I didn’t know what else to think but I felt a sixth sense tell me that I could handle it. The other three brothers were grinning as the one that had introduced himself as Atlas started making his way towards me. I could recognize him because he had the sweetest facial expression, my heart pounded really hard in my chest with excitement and fear.

His tanned muscles rippled as he pulled the shirt from his head, tossing it next to my ruined shoes. Atlas cleared his throat, his crystal eyes hard as he looked at Dustin. The sight of Atlas had my heartrate jumping. He wore a dark t-shirt, which showed the dark tattoo's spiraling down his arm. His platinum hair was messy, and I watched as he ran his fingers through it for what must've been the hundredth time. A muscle in his jaw ticked as he caught me looking at Dustin, my eyes briefly flickering to his muscular chest. "Raelynn was just about to explain that." Atlas replied, his voice cold and distant. Something shifted in his eyes as he looked at me. A fraction of the bitter cold was repl

“Dont let the truth break you. No matter what you are Kaya. The strongest, baddest, bravest werewolf bounty hunter there is... so if anyone can find the truth... it's you.” I don’t say anything else as I pull on my boots, the worn leather stiff from disuse. Thalia watches me quietly, and for once, doesn’t try to fill the silence. "Ready?" Atlas asks as he appears on the doorway, Thalia's cat running past his feet and jumping into her lap. He looks good, the way his shirt always sits unbuttoned, revealing his necklaces, catches my gaze every time. His hair slightly damp, like he just ran water through it with his hands. But his eyes... his eyes are sharp. Awake. Watching me like he already kn

The thought of that body lying pale and lifeless on her bed, in her mansion, sent chills down Atlas's spine. 'Where is Atlene when you need him?' Atlas thought to himself, fearing that Atlene might be in trouble himself. It was very unlikely that his brother would be so mad as to stay away from the mansion for so long. It was dark when Atlas and the wounded and tired soldiers got back to the mansion with news of the victory. The doctors and nurses took to helping the wounded soldiers. Atlas walked tiredly to Scarlett's room, where her cousins'

Atlas. “Come, come, Marcella shift back, your face is what I came to see,” Atlas calls as we approach. Dexter growls and stands in front of me. I see Wesley holding a shirt next to me. He had run here unshifted. Fran gives me control and I shift back. “What do you want Atlas?” I ask, stepping from behind Dexter. Wesley is beside me. “I want my mate,” Atlas smirks. “Marrianna is your mate,” I tell him.

Rufus rushed in, eyes wide. “Take the trash out,” he growled. “Now.” Several guards escorted them out and we were alone with Mr. York “Do you want me to—“ “I’ll handle this one, Rufus.” Atlas grinned. “He has to learn and live to spread what happens when someone touches my wife.” Atlas was saying all of this, with a smile. With a smile? He went from lovely dubby, hypnotized to big bad protective monster and despite the situation, I was impressed.

Lily turned, finding him watching Atlas with a look that was unreadable but not entirely welcoming. Atlas’s eyes flickered to Ryle, assessing. "You must be someone important." "Ryle Kincaid," Ryle said, standing as if to make his presence known. "Atlas Caldwell," Atlas replied, his voice steady and calm. Ally muttered, "This just got interesting." Lily shot her a warning look before turning back to Atlas. "What are you doing here?" His gaze softened slightly. "I just got back." "After all these years?" Atlas exhaled slowly. "It’s a long story."

I’m pretty sure I’m a second away from being a vegetable, and I’m not even mad about it. I flutter my lids until they open, and my vision isn’t so hazy. He’s looking at me, but the black eyes are gone now. They are replaced with those same light brown eyes that I’ve come to admire. Unlike his brother, Atlas has a strength in his eyes, and they aren’t as dark as Ares. He has the same nose, eyebrows, and thick lips. Atlas doesn’t have any piercings, though. His gaze is so intense, it feels like it cuts through all of your layers to get to the heart of you. I feel like I’m being seen down to my atoms, and that’s a bit unnerving.

Just hurry up and finish so I can call Aunt May. The field gates swung open and the wolves entered in human form first, packs grouped by house, each wearing their colours. Atlas walked in with Kai and three other guys from their dorm. He wore black compression shorts and a sleeveless training top that exposed the cords of muscle along his arms. His hair gleamed obsidian under the early sun. My throat tightened involuntarily. He moved with lethal grace, shoulders rolling with silent dominance. Even from here, I felt his presence like static electricity on my skin.