Novel & Cerita The Atlas Six Characters

But how could she rest when Atlas was slipping further away, caught in Jessica’s carefully spun web of lies? A notification chimed. Calliope startled, then leaned forward, clicking open the incoming video call. The familiar face appeared on screen—Atlas. His broad shoulders filled the camera’s view, suit sharp as ever, jaw tight. His eyes, though, betrayed him. They looked tired, strained, like he hadn’t slept well in days. “Calliope,” he said. Her name came out clipped, controlled. “Atlas,” she returned, equally steady, though her pulse had quickened.

Atlas said telepathically. Atlas and Roma are actually werewolves. Atlas is the next in line alpha of his pack while Roma is the beta. Atlas didn't want to take over after his father so he ran away from the pack with Roma. They had nowhere to go so they just wandered around until they got to the cliff of a great mountain. Unsure of what they'd find down, they still ventured down the mountain. An ordinary human would die jumping off the cliff but they are werewolves so it was easy to jump down without having a scratch.

I felt as if the breath had been sucked out of my lungs and I was frozen. Felicity had been tied up with tight silver chains and gagged. Her cheeks were flushed and damp, looking as if she had been crying for some time now. Anger coursed through my veins and I focused on the piece of shit that had moved in front of her. “I see the riddle was helpful,” a grin sprawled on his face. This was him. Atlas. He was tall and had flawless olive-toned skin. His features were masculine, yet feminine at the same time, created a beautiful man. But what really struck me was the raw, unfiltered power that he exuded.

Only now I pay more attention to his form - covered from head to toes in dark red goo. My breath hitches as Lenox slowly turns around and waves his hand. “Sorry, pal, that was my friend Atlas. The fucker isn’t a friend, but it’s not like I can get rid of him. You know, like that itch on your ass cheek that’s supposed to disappear once you scratch it, but instead of fading, it becomes worse? Yeah, that’s Atlas.” I keep opening and closing my mouth but even a word doesn’t leave me. I’ve seen plenty of crazy things in my life, but this one is taking the cake.

Atlas emerged from behind Sienna, twice the size of her wolf. His eyes burned an eerie, glowing white, void of emotions. Long brown locks drifted weightlessly around his head. Azriel and Sean stared at him, confused and stunned. Zen's cool countenance twisted into something ugly. "Finally, you got the balls to show up, Atlas," he gritted out, hostility radiating from his tone. "Think of me as your bad luck, Zen," Atlas said, his gravel-rough voice low and heavy. "It's only going to get uglier for you."

"Five women who caught his attention. Who he brought here. Who he broke. And then—when he was done playing with them—he killed them. And I disposed of the bodies. Made them disappear. Made sure nothing traced back to him." "And you helped him." "And I helped him." Atlas's expression was hollow. "Because my sister was alive. Because that's the price. Five women's lives for hers." "Did any of them fight? Like me?" "At first. They all fought at first." Atlas's voice was distant. "But they broke faster. Weeks, not months. Once they broke, once they gave up—that's when he got bored. That's when he killed them." "So if I break—" "If you break, you die." Atlas looked at her directly. "The moment yo

But he didn’t know that by sending her out, she will come running to me. But of course, Sin isn’t stupid enough to send her out alone. My eyes move from the woman to the three young men running behind her. One, I recognize. And his name is Atlas. Dark skin, and curly short hair, cropped on his head. He used to be a part of the Vampire Kingdom, but he managed to escape to work for Sin. And that is mainly because Sin promised him freedom to feed on whomever he wanted. Sin knew how powerful Atlas was, even though the kid looked like a loser with his lean physique and playful personality. He needed Atlas by his side to make his Kingdom stronger, so he sacrificed humans for Atlas to feed on.

She had gone from a calculating whore who had trapped Atlas into a mating to a disparaged, orphaned omega who had struggled her whole life to feed herself and overcome obstacle after obstacle. Charlie had included a particularly clear shot of Atlas’ face that was hard for Anais to look at for too long. Atlas’ whole demeanor was focused on Anais as they exited the building. Anais’s body was blocked by the EMTs that were wheeling the gurney, but Atlas’ face was right in the frame. His eyes looked haunted and his body was taut. The grief and worry that lined his face showed his emotions clearly as his hands seemed to reach out for his mate as they moved down the stairs.

If he brought anyone with him, though, I did not see them as I approached with Callandria at my side and Alessio and Antonio flanking us. Callandria squeezed my hand, clearly anxious to face her brother. The similarities between them were obvious. They shared the same amber eyes and Castellano features, though Marcello was over six feet tall. Before Mark Castellano blew up our worlds, he and I got along well enough. We were not necessarily good friends, but we were not enemies either. We coexisted without malice, exchanging pleasantries whenever we crossed paths. At least, I thought we coexisted without malice between us. Perhaps I was wrong. Because he certainly said nothing when his fuckin

I told her, trying to act casual. “Hello everybody. I am Professor Atlas, your combat instructor,” Professor Atlas said breaking into our conversations. His voice boomed across the arena silencing the entire room immediately. Professor Atlas was a tall and buff-looking man with a buzz cut and tattoos going up his arms and across his torso. He stood in front of everybody wearing nothing but a pair of sweatpants. His shirt was removed, revealing his abs and I could tell from the ladies around the room, that he was swoon-worthy. However, I didn’t feel the same attraction to him as I would to Xaden.