Aeolus Epic Novels & Stories

Ulric added that made Audra hit his head. "Go straight to the point. Your power won't last long. Spiritual Projection will surely drain out your stamina." Audra said as she crossed her legs while sitting on the office table. I just nod in response and clear my throat before I speak. "Aella told me the only way to end this chaos," I said that made their brows furrow. "Who is this Aella?" Ulric asks with confusion drawn on his face. And once again, Audra hit his head. "She's the Goddess of the Wind, you dummy," Audra answers before she turns her gaze back to me. "What did she tell you?" She asks.

But in his line of sight, Elara was leaning into the blacksmith's shoulder, smiling—a small, contented, settled smile. Aetheon ran. He went back to Olympus and drowned himself in cask after cask of strong divine wine. He stopped doing the work of a king of the gods. The very source of his divinity began to come apart from the drinking. Apollo had warned him, seriously, that he had to stop killing himself this way. But the only thing Aetheon wanted was a few hours of forgetting. Two more years went by. Elara had a child. A beautiful little mortal girl.

Aeolus knew that the rogue werewolf was after Allan's power, and he feared for his son's safety. Suddenly, Aeolus saw a black cloud of dust approaching the capital city. His heart sank. The rogue werewolf was coming. Aeolus quickly called his son, Allan, a ten-year-old boy werewolf alpheno who possessed the power of the supreme god. Allan was the only one who could stop the rogue werewolf. Aeolus told Allan to escape before the rogue werewolf completely reached the capital palace. He used his power to create a portal dimension into another world that he didn't even know where it could be. And he let his son escape.

Aolis adds. ‘Taken too young, Taken too soon, Her descendent will be mated, To the son of the moon.’ “The son of the moon? That’s me, right?” I ask, looking up at Lily and Aolis. I slap my hand on my chest. “I’m the son of the moon, right?” “I believe so, yes,” Aolis says. ‘They will be happy, And together, it's said, They'll bring the return, Of the ones we thought dead.’

The scent of burnt ozone lingered from the chaos Elias had unleashed the night before. He stood alone near the ruins, his cloak fluttering in the wind. His golden eyes stared straight ahead—burning, unwavering. Waiting. And then— Lucian appeared. Elias didn’t move. Lucian stopped a few feet away, saying nothing. The silence between them throbbed. Finally, Elias spoke. His voice low. Flat. Dangerous. “Aurenias.” Lucian froze. The name cracked the air like thunder. It hit something deep inside him. He flinched—physically staggered, knees giving way, and sank to the ground like his legs could no longer bear his weight.

“The way the currents shift when you enter a space. Not violently—more like everything recalibrates.” “Kaelith,” Aeliana murmured, amused. “What?” he said, unapologetic. “It’s extraordinary.” Elora smiled despite herself. There was something disarming about him—the way his attention was intent rather than cautious. He asked how the gods’ resonance felt in her body, whether it ever quieted, if the power layered or harmonized, his questions thoughtful rather than invasive. She found herself answering more than she’d expected, drawn by the sharpness of his mind and the openness beneath it.

“How’s everything going with you and Dionea?” “We’re fine! Still waiting for a baby to come.” Aeolus says with a bright smile on his face. The sky god had always been famous for having a very light and cheerful personality. That's the same reason why he hosts these parties every year. Just to see his friends over and over again. "How about you? Any female prospects?" Aeolus playfully asks. Jinan just smiles at him. The other guardians did not know about his curse and why he was selected to become a Guardian. Sure, being selected as a God or a Guardian comes with their own curses but no one is brave enough to breach each other’s contract with Huina.

Its voice shook the sea. ‘Daughter of two worlds. Bearer of three thrones. Why have you come to my resting place?’ Alessia stepped forward. Kael grabbed her arm. She slipped out of his grip. Slowly she placed her palm on the glass. “I came,” she said, “because the Architect seeks you.” The water trembled. The ruins pulsed. The Eidolon’s eyes narrowed. ‘Then you come too late. For he already touched my dreams.’ Kael cursed. “We’re fighting underwater, aren’t we?”

he said here. "I am Aegaeus, the emperor of the South Acsese Mizrasic Sea." "I'm sorry, Empaler Aegaeus. Please sit down." Empaler Aegaeus was about to sit down when he saw the engraving of one or two mermaids, it was a bit blurry so he approached it. "He?" he whispered and suddenly he seemed to feel a sense of longing for her, as if they had known each other for a long time. "Who is she?" he asked Basileus Kousuke.

“You’re glowing more.” “It is not mine alone.” Kaelith glanced toward the land, where distant lights flickered beneath the storm. “…they’re actually helping you.” “Yes.” A small smirk formed on Kaelith’s lips. “That’s convenient.” Leviathan surged upward again, its presence expanding, pushing closer to the surface, closer to breaking fully into the world. Aurelian moved. Faster than before. He descended toward the ocean, light surrounding him like a falling star. Kaelith followed without hesitation. “Alright,” he said, his voice sharper now. “New plan.”