The Atlas Six Characters Novels & Stories

Faelon felt a jab to his heart and released his hand, raising both his arms into the air in surrender. "I'm being summoned, you just got saved by the devil and her," he growled roughly, gesturing to Sophia and then vanishing. Sophia began weeping and buried her face in her hands. Atlas chewed on his bottom lip as he scowled at Phil. "You both were going to work together but you are just a narcissist," he said sternly. Phil was on the floor with his head down. His neck looked burned and he touched it carefully. "He's very powerful," he muttered hoarsely. Sophia stood and asked Atlas if he could follow her around while she did her work. She was feeling confused about everything and just wanted

One of Atlas's guy friends said and everybody else nodded. "No" Atlas said making the other kids gasp since he doesn't talk a lot. Urgh drama queens, he's literally putting up a show. He talks fine when he's alone with me. This truly is a sick person we have on our hands...he pretends to be this brooding, silent, handsome guy but it's all fake. How deep does his sickness go!?! "She'll take me" Atlas said making me snap my head up to look at him so fast that I'm surprised I didn't break my neck. Ahhh what now!?!!

he said. “And you’ll tell me your actual name then?” I asked. “I promise,” he nodded. “Let's go.” Six turned to me. “I’m hungry,” I whined. “We’re getting food before we leave blossom. I’m not mean,” he replied. “Never said you were,” I smirked, making Five chuckle while Six rolled his eyes. “Can I get your number?” Five asked, Six sent him an icy glare. “Sure,” I said, taking his phone. “What are you going to save my name as?” Five chuckled. “Why, it only makes sense that you become Six,” I giggled.

I get up and quickly grab Atlas's shirt before putting it on Red. "Thanks girl" Red whispers to me. I smile at her as the guys try to calm down Atlas and say "Girl I think you just got claimed by a Rhodes. His name is Atlas. He's quiet but nice. Go talk to him before he goes at that guy again" She nods as I help her up. "Atlas" I hear her say quietly but it still gets his attention. Red smiles and holds her arms up to him. He walks over, picks her up and wraps her legs around his waist and neck, before walking them over to one of the empty couches.

Not yet. Behind me, I hear footsteps, soft, slow. Sofia. Then Thalia. Then Cole. Even Shaun, grumbling under his breath, follows. And Atlas… he waits the longest, but I hear him too. I stop just before the halfway point. Close enough that I can see the glint of their eyes. The set of their shoulders. The tension in their stances. There are six of them. Maybe more in the shadows, but six that I can see. One steps forward.

The thugs all fell to their knees at the pressure from the energy. Boris went pale with fright as he yelled into the air. "Who? Who is it?" "It's me." A deep voice rumbled. A burly figure descended from the sky. It was Atlas, one of the Four Great War Gods! Earlier, he and Sean had separated. Atlas had gone left, while Sean had gone right. However, Atlas hadn't found Vanessa after circling once, so he had come to look for Sean when he had seen what was happening in the alley.

I say quietly, before blurting out, “wh-what’s the gang?” “Oh!” Atlas grins, “that’s a way of saying group of friends. In our case, it would be Travis, Gwen, Blaze, Noira and James. But we could also invite Cordelia, John, and Seth if you’d like.” “Oh, maybe we can watch one with them later? After we see how it goes with just us?” I asked, focusing on steadying my voice after Tala reminded me that our mate loves us and I don’t need to be so timid with him.

Daniel Ashcroft. Alexander Hart. Claire Hart. ... The sixth name had been chipped away. Only fragments of the letters remained. Amelia frowned. "Who was the sixth person?" No one answered. Daniel slowly reached toward the damaged inscription. His fingertips brushed the broken stone. His face turned pale. "I remember." Alexander looked at him sharply. "Remember what?" Daniel swallowed. "There weren't five founders." "There were six." Amelia looked at him. "Who was the sixth?" Before Daniel could answer,

But do not blame me, it feels like I am in the middle of a dream that I had never imagined would come true. Atlas held me up and sat down putting me on his laps as his eyes dug directly in to mine. “Why does this seem so unreal to you? Is it because of how weird I am?” He asked me. “What? You’re not weird!” I protested. He scoffed and rolled his eyes. I have never seen him doing that before. “Yes I am!” “No, you’re not.” I insisted. Atlas sighed. “I am weird and you know it. I act like a ghost. No emotions, no expressions, I am weird.” He said.

The city held its breath. Not a single screen flickered without purpose. Not a single drone wavered. Not a single Leviathan misstepped. Aurora Hale walked forward. Not fast. Not slow. Perfect. Every step measured. Every movement synchronized with the heartbeat of Atlas itself. Red light flickered in her eyes, deeper now, sharper. Behind her, six distinct presences aligned in the storm, each impossible to ignore: the six billionaires. Adrian Cross, closest and tethered, eyes wide but steady, mind racing to keep Atlas online without interrupting the singular flow of power Aurora had become.