Aerokinesis Books Novels & Stories

Gunner. Mum had her hands on her cheeks and was staring between the book and Zee. I continued to read, “Not all chosen descendants can wield the powers of the Moon, only a select few throughout time have been blessed with the gifts. The powers have been known to include, but are not limited to; Telekinesis, the power to move objects with the mind. Hydrokinesis, the power to move water and manipulate the tides. Aerokinesis, the power to manipulate air and weather. Shapeshifting, the power to morph oneself into another form. Gravitokinesis, the power to manipulate gravity”.

We were the perfect, if antagonistic, pairing for this problem. "The Cygnans called this the Aetheric Entropy," I explained, pointing to the fractal code. "It seems to be targeting the 'fluidity' in the kinetic energy the slight give that allows for motion. It's turning every active energy system into a non-moving, rigid disaster."

Axel signaled him to come nearer and sit in front of him. “What’s your name and rank?” “I-I’m Sky... and I’m a Psi,” he meekly muttered, pushing his glasses up. Axel understandingly nodded. A Psi, just like Liam. “Good evening to you too, Sky. What do you need?” “W-Well, uh, I just finished reading a book and I-I thought I’d share it with you... Alpha.” Sky gave him the book with shaking hands. He looked down on the cover and read the title: The Anthem of Lycanthropy.

key—a staff of pure, unrefined Silver energy that hummed with the power of a dying star. ​“Welcome to the Library, Sovereign,” Fenris said, his voice a low, melodic purr that vibrated in my very marrow. “I hope you found the 'Reference Section' enlightening. Because this is where your story ends.”

Both times she walked him back to bed without raising her voice, which she suspected was more alarming to him than if she had shouted. 'I can review notes without circulating energy,' he said, the second time. 'Your idea of reviewing notes involves active analysis which uses study energy which goes through the upper channels which are currently damaged,' she said pleasantly. 'Bed. Now.' 'You're very bossy about this.' 'I know more about meridian pathways than anyone on this peak. In bed, please.' He went. She brought him books, which she knew was enabling him but felt necessary. She brought tea. She sat with him in the evenings reading her own research notes while he read his, and the silenc

“We are the head of warforces in the world, Dekanthros. We are in alliance with the timetravelling scientists’ clan. When it comes to war, we do what is needed. Do not forget that.” The court bowed low again. **** **** Aeryl sat cross-legged on the edge of her bed, the strange book from her first day open in her lap. Its leather cover was worn, the pages torn by the eagle, yellowed and dusty. Words she didn’t fully understand waited to be read. After a long silence, she set the book aside and rang the small, silver bell by her bedside. “Yes, my lady?” Nena’s voice came through the slightly ajar door. “I want… I want to walk.” Aeryl said, rising to her feet. Her voice shook at first, but then

The disk started glowing in white light as it radiated waves of energy indicating that its creation was completed The next step was clear, that is to l**k the one hundred books right here with it! I used my [Telekinesis] to raise the books in the air as I brought them closer to the disk. They then started circling the disk all hundred of them even though I stopped my [Telekinesis] long ago. Threads of energy like limbs reached to the books one by one and brought them closer and closer when I started chanting the second verse of the spell. The books opened and the pages turned at high speed before disintegrating and turning into particles and finally, get sucked inside the disk!

It was the High Priestess. "The resonance is stronger than we feared," the Priestess said, her voice barely a whisper. "The Moon-Walker blood in Aeron is trying to purify the Void, but the Void is too vast. He's not a filter, Ariyah. He's a dam. And dams eventually break." "What do we do?" Ariyah asked, her hand trembling. "There is a place," the Priestess said, looking toward the Forbidden Peaks. "The Chamber of the First Silence. It’s where the first Moon-Walker went to shed their mortal skin. If Aeron can reach it, he might be able to ground the energy into the mountain itself."

River's fingers danced across the spines, devouring titles that whispered promises of resilience and courage. "The Blind Voyager", "The Lame Warrior's Triumph", "Against All Odds", and "Unlikely Heroes" each resonated deeply, but one title in particular caught her eye: "The Story of Alero, Blind Healer". With gentle reverence, River pulled out the slim volume, its cover adorned with intricate, raised patterns that evoked the delicate petals of a flower. The book did not come out alone, it came with another document: a large parchment like the one in her dream!