Aerokinesis Books Novels & Stories

“West wing. Third floor. Section twelve. Look for the silver spine editions, Old World Ritual Compacts and Divine Bonding Theories.” Auren bowed slightly in thanks, turned, and padded away like some kind of sexy, barefoot academic god. The man moved like gravity didn’t fully apply to him. His wings were still out, tucked in loosely but massive and gorgeous, brushing bookshelves as he passed. Riven muttered under his breath, “Damn showoff,” but grinned like he meant the opposite. Kael just shook his head. “We’re in a throuple with a literal angel. What even is our life?”

"They have, ever since she was born." Cassandra set the little serpent among the piles of gold coins. The creature sagged in defeat and exhaustion after lying before that terrible fire. "There it is," Vasilisa's voice came from behind a mountain of walnut-sized raw rubies. It wasn't hard to find the book. It was placed on a golden stand in between two golden Sirin statues. The grimoire turned out to be the largest book Cassandra had ever seen, with pages made of parchment illuminated with tracery, and it was open to a page thickly covered with elegant, intricate writing.

After all that has happened, do they still think I would run away screaming? She must have realised that I wouldn’t run away. She nodded, it seemed more to herself than it was meant for me as she continued her narrative. “The Element essences are, Fire, Water, Earth and Air.” When she said Fire, she extended her hand towards me with her palm upward.

Max pulled a sodden lock of hair off her cheek. The fogged-up windows encased them in a veiled sanctum where only the sound of their breathing filled the space. Her rounded tits rose and fell with each breath; drops of water ran down between them. Abby bent towards him; those incredible mounds were too close. Her hand ran up his chest as she climbed into his lap. Too damn close. “This isn’t a good idea.” The air felt hot. Steamy. Her body heat surrounded him as Abby shifted her hips on his lap. “Fuck.”

When she can't stop them from fighting, Mother Tree decided to create the most powerful Alpha that will control the four clans. Mother Tree send the message to the four clan, she uses her power to invite the four leader of Alpha's. The leader of the Red Eyes were named Imre. Imre read the message from Mother Tree through the use of the projector that he needed to go to the Sanctuary of Life. He was at the meeting that time but he've got to glance at the projector and saw the message. He was the only one that can read those message and upon reading the message he immediately stands up and leave.

She tossed the rubbish into a basket at her feet and flipped through a couple of open books curiously. “The Holy Inquisition,” she read the title of one of the works. “Heavy,” she took the book and put it down. - So, what do we have? "The Powers of the Elemental Witches," an entertaining read. She opened it about half way through and ran her eyes over the yellowish sheets. “Pffff, what idiot wrote that? If you read, so the Great Flood is our work.

I ask, the memory of my blood falling on the stone's face and what came after it. “I’m not a hundred percent sure. Saying that I have been led to believe that… certain shifters who hold genes close to the gods, powerful DNA, can access the power or magic those stones hold.” “Like a Grimalkin?” He purses his lips, pale eyes narrowing on me, “Like a Grimalkin,” he confirms. Abner tosses the small black book at me and I easily catch it. It’s plain, with no writing, and thin maybe only twenty pages.

His words are soft, his lips caressing mine. Staying still, I enjoy the kiss until his lips move away from my mouth. The ice touches my stomach and I hold still as he runs it down my body, stopping just before my clit. My body slowly tenses but stays unmoving. Once again, his lips caress mine and the ice lifts off. My body prepares for the ice to touch my clit next. He stopped there so no doubt he will start there.

Kael opened the book, his fingers turning the pages with a familiar ease, but Ares couldn’t shake the feeling that the words written in that book held more than just spells. There was something deeper in the ink, something that resonated with her, but it wasn’t clear yet. The curse was still looming over them, heavy in the air, and the presence of the book—the one thing she had kept locked away from everyone—made her feel like she was teetering on the edge of something dangerous.

A sharp, stinging pain flared in my joint where it struck the stone, and I felt the fabric of my black leggings snag against the marble. "Careful," a voice murmured. It was a voice like a calm, sun-drenched morning. It was melodic, precise, and utterly devoid of the frantic energy of the room. Before I could reach for my fallen books, a soft, golden radiance filled my vision. I watched, breathless, as the heavy grimoires lifted from the floor. They didn't just float; they aligned themselves in a perfect, vertical column in mid-air, hovering with an eerie, mathematical stability. It was an efficient and flawless masterpiece of telekinetic weight distribution.