Aerokinesis Books Novels & Stories

“Haven’t you said it before?” “Yes, but maybe they don’t remember and reading this will make them understand this book better. So yes,” She is suddenly facing the wall beside her, “I want you guys to read the first book. ‘Asteria: The Fey King’s Mate’. It’s exclusively on N******t, so I couldn’t upload it here. I am sorry for that, I really am but this will make you understand a lot of things better and I hope you like it.”

"That's it here in Ravenclaw's dormitories. Let's go to the next one." Erik then exits the room, followed by Professor Flitwick and the Aurors, and walks back to the Common Room. Arriving on it, he calls for Susan. "Susan, did you find any pattern?" "Of course I did, Erik. The books missing are the ones on Rituals, the introductory volumes to healing, enchantment, alchemy and magecraft, and all the books on human behavior and non-magical literature." *sigh* Erik sighed listening to her report. Professor Flitwick was alarmed at that.

He looked like he was about to cry. "Awe, babe. You can get another one." Anna rubbed his arm. "I'm just glad your safe." He planted a kiss on her head. I rub my head. "Ok. What was she doing in Deruse?" Alexi opened the passenger seat door and pulled out a book. "I believe she wanted to acquire this." "What is that?" I look at the old book in her hands. "The Prophecy. The Book of the Dragons. Come inside." She walks us all into the conference room.

Aakifahlynn angrily cleared her bed of the books that were there, picking them up and throwing them across the room in frustration. They were books she had kept close to her since Alpha Jared gave them to her, each one a reminder of her past and her relationship with Alpha Jairus. They were books about ace wolves and also of Taisiya's kind. Four books were splattered on the floor, one by one, but what caught her eyes was a parched paper that gracefully fell out of one of the books. It floated in the air as it descended.

“But better financial harm, than physical harm, don’t you agree?” There was a silence. Aislen closed her eyes and reached out. That tentative feeling of the alphas of the other pack grew stronger, like following phosphorescent strings through the darkness, or strands of aether. Was it aether that she followed? Or were the minds of people the source of the energy behind aether? Was not thought itself a kind of magic after all? And the brain a complex generator of electrical impulses and chemical signals through neural transmitters? She speculated before pulling herself sharply back to the task at hand and focusing on the minds at the end of the strings.

I began to pull books down one by one, scanning their titles in the dim candlelight: Runes of the Forgotten Age. The Language of Power. Ether and Blood: The Mind as a Conduit. Most of them spoke in riddles, poetic nonsense, vague accounts of power that could move mountains or summon storms. I wasn’t looking for theatrics. I wanted understanding, control. Something I could use. Hours slipped by. I sat cross-legged on the cold ground surrounded by piles of open books. My eyes were sore, and my stomach cried out for good. But I couldn’t stop. Every word pulled me deeper.

She sighed and turned away, letting the conversation die as they pressed onward. They came to a large, circular chamber bathed in a dim, golden light. At the center of the room was a pedestal, and upon it rested an ancient book bound in dark leather, its edges worn with age. The air buzzed with energy, and the moment Aria stepped closer, she felt the pull—a magnetic force that made her stomach twist with unease. Kael whistled low under his breath. “I don’t like this. Things that look that innocent never are.”

Seeing what she was doing, Alejandro, a wind mage, created a small wind to push more silver powder into her fog. The workers couldn’t breathe, as the silver-infused fog entered their pores and respiratory system. They looked around in panic but couldn’t find anyone. Some workers spotted a black cat and thought one of their blood witches turned against them. Others tried to open a portal but failed. The workers tried to rush to the cafeteria exit but collapsed before reaching it. Coralis’ fog of silver grew thicker and more potent.

Asher sat on his bed, his mind was reeling witg the possibilities of aer. There were so many things he could do with it. Right now he was meditating to improve the circulation of aer in his body. His veins glowed green as aer pumped through them. He willed the aer to form into balls in the air, he opened his eyes to see five balls of aer spinning around in the air around him, he willed one to move and it did. He made it move towards the window then comeback towards him before he dissipated all the balls of aer.

I had no idea why his gaze felt like a hand closing around something in the center of my chest and pulling, gently, toward him. I had no idea why the Aether in me, the warm gold-tinted Aether that Elder Rashev had said was unlike anything she had encountered in four hundred vel'soran of Aether study, was blazing right now like I had just poured it into someone dying and found them worth saving.