The Atlas Six Series Novelas e Histórias

He looks up slowly, like he can feel me looking at him. "Atlas," I say again, louder this time. My voice doesn’t shake. "Bring him to me." Atlas freezes. His eyes flick from me to Cole, then to the rogue still kneeling in the dirt. His jaw works like he’s chewing on a dozen words he won’t say aloud. For a heartbeat, I see it in him, hesitation, resistance, something darker. He doesn’t like Cole. Maybe he even hates him. But still, he moves.

Lenox always blamed himself for everything he couldn't control. Luka starts pacing the room, muttering something under his breath. When he stops, his eyes turn to Lenox. "Nothing out of the ordinary then. I still don't understand. What happened with Atlas?" "He tried to knot Sarah," Lenox sounds uneasy. I haven't known him as someone who'd keep secrets or feel bad about certain subjects, but doing as much as bringing up Atlas always wears him off within minutes. It's like that beast is my brother's kryptonite, and he's forced to carry it around for the rest of his days.

"I just saw Kael Rhodes’s fleeting face—so intense!" "Tsk tsk, isn’t it said that Kael and Danna are really in love? They didn’t seem like it just now." Among all the noise, the last car finally moved, and the door opened. Atlas, dressed in a black bespoke suit, slowly stepped out, his every move exuding his unique aura. Viewers in the live stream couldn’t stop calling him handsome. Under the flashes of cameras, Atlas extended his hand to help Naomi out. The first thing the reporters saw in their viewfinder was a pair of red high heels, standing out amidst a sea of black and white heels.

He smirks at me before shifting, his body rippling into Medus’s form with effortless grace. I take a deep breath, feeling the familiar tingle that comes before a shift. I close my eyes and let it take over, my bones elongating, muscles rippling and stretching beneath my skin as Atlas steps forward. The transformation is smooth, familiar, but this time it feels... different—like Atlas is just as eager to be near Medus as I am to be near Max.

Better than chance. But barely. My father spoke quietly. “This is bigger than anything we planned.” “Yes,” I said. Havel waited patiently on the screen. “Atlas won’t force your decision,” he said. “But the others won’t wait forever.” “How long?” Arden asked. Havel checked something off-screen. “Thirty-six hours.” The map was updated again. Red markers accelerating. Faster now. Dominic noticed immediately. “They’re speeding up.” “Yes,” Havel said. “They know you’re awake now.”

Inside was a stack of folded, slightly yellowed papers. Atlas took them out and spread them on the table. There were six pieces in all, and the patterns resembled satellite maps. We glanced at each other. Six! These were the mysterious exploration distribution maps. In addition to the six maps, there were five deposit vouchers with large amounts. Seeing the string of numbers on each one, I almost couldn't believe my eyes. I was so stunned that I nearly let out a silent gasp.

"Oh fuck, Atlas!" "Sorry, little minx, but this won’t do," Atlas grunts, lifting me off of him and then throwing me stomach-down on the couch. "This way will feel a lot better, I promise," he continues, grabbing my wrists and pinning them against my back while he pushes deep into me. "And it gives me the perfect view of your amazing ass. Now spread your legs and arch your back for me, baby, because I'm not going to let you leave this room until I've had my fill."

" He had no idea I was leaving soon—not that I planned to tell him anyway. I met his gaze calmly. In the past six years, his eyes used to be full of affection whenever he looked at me. Now, all I saw was feigned concern and diffidence. I shook my head, a wry smile tugging at my lips. "No need, Soren. I probably won't have any time soon." Surprise flickered across his face. He hadn't expected me to turn him down. "Soren, I'm getting a little tired," Thea suddenly called out. "Can we go back?" He immediately turned to her, looking concerned. "What's wrong? Are you okay?" Shaking her head, she murmured, "I've just had a long day. I'm a little exhausted."

Lawson’s desk, eager to distract myself with anything to keep my mind away from Atlas's touch. A few minutes passed when the door to Dr. Lawson’s office opened. I turned around, expecting Dr. Lawson, but my heart skipped a beat when I saw Atlas standing there instead. He was dressed in a black suit, looking every bit as commanding as I remembered. The small office seemed to shrink in his presence, his powerful aura filling the space. Or maybe it was just me, still seeing him through the lens of admiration I couldn’t seem to shake.

SPECTER: You think this ends with Atlas? Check the chip. Maria’s hands trembled as she connected the chip to her phone. Files opened. Projects. Names. And one title at the top of the list that made her blood freeze: PROJECT ATLAS SERIES ACTIVE SUBJECTS REMAINING: 5 Maria looked up at the burning mountain, horror flooding her chest. “There’s more,” she whispered. Far away, in a dark room, five eyes opened at the same time and the war entered its next phase.