The Atlas Six Series Novels & Stories

Lark commented. "I don't care about those two. I'm going to change just because you want me too..." Josh answered and attack everyone around him using the nature. "Whoa?! Why there are so many enemies here?" Aitan asked when he came down from the carriage and attack everyone. "I'm pissed now about this." Alexis commented while hitting every enemy using the Fallen Guardian. "We should really plan something now to defeat Socrates soon as possible!" Alfonso suggested and he absorbs the enemies using his power.

My heart thundered against my ribs as the scent of cedar, mint, and something smoky washed over me. Atlas? I pushed myself up weakly, feeling something rustle against my chest. My fingers fumbled down to find a note sewn crudely into the lining of my jacket I do t remember wearing. The stitches were jagged and dark red. Almost like…blood. I tore it free, hands trembling. ‘Do not trust the Kings’ My blood turned to ice. I looked up sharply. Atlas sat across the room on his leather couch, hair damp, dressed in a loose black hoodie and grey sweatpants. He held a mug of steaming coffee, staring at me with an unreadable expression. There were shadows under his eyes, bruised and hollow.

"I need to not think. Not feel. Not be in my head. I need you. At my feet. While I do this. While I study. While I plan murders and executions and everything. I need to be grounded. Present. Not drowning in his claims. His visions. His everything. Can you, will you—" "Yes," Atlas said immediately. "Whatever you need. However you need it." She nodded. Turned back to the files. "Then please. Service me. While I work. Keep me here. Keep me grounded. Keep me from disappearing into his fantasies. His plans. His ownership of everything, including parts of me that don't even exist yet." Atlas understood. She needed to reclaim. Needed to feel her own body respond to her own choices. Not Dante's clai

"Already ahead of you sir." Atlas took it, smoothened his suit and walked towards the meeting room with full confidence. It's already full of board members, all men and like he once did, they can't take their eyes off her. Atlas made his way to his chair, making himself comfortable and making it seem like he's not curious as he actually is. Cassandra on the other hand, seems used to the attention. She swings lightly on her swivel chair, scrolling through her phone comfortably. While her lawyers, both men and impeccably dressed, sit on her side, like guards.

Her voice vibrated with anger again. Atlas jerked upright. "Sorry. My family indulges my need for notes and information. Much like we do with Kord. But you're right. I should ask." He looked over her shoulder to Tag. "May I?" Tag shrugged. "I don't care as long as you're not coming at me with needles or drugs." Stretch stepped aside. "Thank you." Atlas walked forward again. "He's actually quite thoughtful...when he's not on the scent of new info about human bodies. He's a doctor, and a brilliant one at that," Lukas said.

“We follow Elias’s vision. Not a step out of place. Understood?” They nodded, the weight of the child’s foresight binding them. Atlas drew in a deep breath, his aura flaring. “I’ll unravel the first layer of this barrier. It’ll fight back, but once it’s weakened, you’ll have an opening.” Enzo moved closer, his hand gripping Atlas’s shoulder. “Don’t hold back. Burn yourself if you must. We don’t have time to play games.” Atlas smirked faintly, though his eyes burned with the same fury. “When have I ever held back?”

Xander twirled around again, his fingers flashing over the keys on one of the many keyboards on his console. "Their healer isn't even in her thirties?" Atlas asked. He was still wearing his stethoscope. He looked up from a file in his hands. His bright green eyes a startling contrast to his almost white blond hair. "Do you think I could speak to her? Get her to submit to an examination?" I laughed. Dr. Atlas was with us today. Not to be confused with the less geeky regular Atlas, Dr. Atlas was only interested in facts, reports, and exams.

Rowan sat on the edge of the couch, elbows on his knees, distractedly twirling a pen between his fingers while he stared at the flickering fireplace that hadn’t been attended to since the morning. It had been two hours since Atlas went upstairs, claiming he just needed a little rest. He hadn’t heard a peep from him since then, no movement, not even a cough. He told himself not to think too much about it. Atlas probably just needed the sleep, and hovering would make him look like some kind of worrywart (something a guy like him could not afford, by the way). Still, that silence pressed on him, heavy and unsettling.

CHAPTER VII The Six Elements Layla walked for nearly 10 minutes now. Looking down is the best she can do. She was afraid she might lift a garbage dump, and a police officer would be hanging out in an alley and seem suspicious about her and the officer will arrest Pax too. Stop Thinking like that, that’s crazy. She thought. So Pax said it’s just like the streets. So that means I need to follow the same directions to go to him. That’s a left, right, right, and I can see an alley that has two parallel doors with a chain and padlock. Okay, I got this.

Layla Lagareta is Leo, it's okay. "we have Greek monsters hanging around outside the camp and the truth is we are not prepared to fight against them, they are stronger than anything, "in that a lookout yells to the rest," someone opened a Tür 20 meters away, "in that There is a panic at the base, one of those present said, "They are the red team are coming to attack us, we are finished," in that the same lookout says, "no, wait for the Tür Leo came out and apparently he comes with more people , "In that diana goes to the surveillance post to corroborate the information," Layla Lagareta is Leo, it's okay. "We are finished, ”in that the same lookout tells them,“ no, wait for the Tür, Leo came