Aether Academy Novels & Stories

Aimee answers sheepishly as a shy smile forms on her lips. "If that is what Her Highness wishes," Airel responds as she curtsies at her. Aimee has managed to get used to being called with such respect. Although she wasn't comfortable at first given the time, she spent getting disrespected at the academy and being bullied by the students there. Although, every time she tried to recall the events that happened on Earth, she will only find herself blankly staring in front of her... unable to recall any clear memories. "Aether is the name of the Goddess of Wind. There is a saying that some of the Wind clan members descended directly from the Goddess herself. But no one has managed to prove that

“We need to move. Now.” I followed him back toward the main hall, my mind spinning. “What the hell just happened?” “You happened,” he said grimly. “And now they know.” My pulse hadn’t slowed. “Who was that?” “An Aetherbound.” “Which is…?” “One of the old bloodlines from beyond the Veil. They can’t cross unless invited. Or unless the key opens the way.” My stomach dropped. “And I’m the key.” He didn’t deny it. “You’ve got more power in your veins than most of the council put together. But you’ve also got a target on your back now.”

"And please, call me Sophia. 'Mrs. Lancaster' makes me sound like I'm hosting a charity gala." Julian chuckled, reaching for his scotch. "Fair enough. You were telling me about the modular architecture of Project Aether before you... took a break." "Right," I said, leaning forward, resting my elbows on the table. " The current industry standard relies on centralized cooling. Aether decentralizes the heat load. It uses the latent energy to…" "Mind if I join you?" I froze for a fraction of a second before looking up. Ethan stood there. One hand was in the pocket of his tuxedo trousers, the other held his drink. He wasn't looking at me, he was looking at Julian, a lazy, predatory smile playing

My reflection in the glass didn’t look like mine at all—my eyes glowed faintly, my lips parted as though whispering a name I didn’t remember learning. The wards trembled. The Academy was stitched together with old magic, its bones laced with the founders’ blood, its heart bound by runes carved into the earth itself. I could feel them now, those invisible threads, wrapping around towers and classrooms, dormitories and hidden stairwells. They quivered under the storm’s weight. And under me. My hand pressed against the glass, and in the flash of lightning, the glass spiderwebbed with cracks. The door behind me opened with a low groan.

The pylon twisted and collapsed, its magical core venting blue flame. Above them, the shimmering golden dome that protected the Spire flickered and died. "Shields are down!" Lucas yelled into the radio. "Alpha, the path is clear!" Ethan heard the call. He saw the golden barrier fall. He looked up at the floating obsidian rock of the Aether Spire. It hung five hundred feet in the air, accessible only by a narrow, winding causeway of floating stones. And at the top, illuminated by the sick green light of the Soul Ritual, he saw them.

In that same year, Cynthia unexpectedly entered Aetheron Film Academy, which everyone dreams of becoming a member of. With Cynthia's poor academic performance, it was impossible for her to be admitted to such a prestigious institution. Later, Isabella learned that her father and stepmother had spent a lot of money to fulfill Cynthia's dream of becoming a star. However, since she was not admitted through the regular process, her academic qualifications belonged only to the adult continuing education college. Every time Cynthia flaunted her achievements in front of her, Isabella was determined to enter Aetheron Film Academy with dignity and obtain a prestigious national diploma.

Alex said modestly, “Not much. I’m just interested in it.” The radiance in Jade’s eyes immediately receded as she said, “A few old guys in the academy are interested in this. They even clamored to repair the ancient force field. But up until now, they can’t even make head or tail of it. If you’re interested, I can recommend you to enter the Flying Eagles Academy.” Alex was surprised. “What’s the Flying Eagles Academy?” “It’s an academy specially prepared for the Flying Eagles squads. One must graduate from there before he can join Flying Eagles! So, even if I allow you to join my Flying Eagles, you still have to train at the Flying Eagles Academy for a year.”

The ethereal guardian's guidance ensured that Athena's revival was not just political but a spiritual renaissance. Aurelius, the Luminary Sage, engaged in conversations with scholars and philosophers to establish educational reforms. The Chronicle Prism, now a revered artifact within Athena, projected holographic images that narrated the joint empire's cosmic journey and the wisdom gained. Athenian scholars embraced cosmic enlightenment, ensuring that future generations would inherit both ancient wisdom and celestial insights.

I never got to go there. "You haven't asked him." He shook his head slightly and closed the door. Everly shifted into a beautiful white wolf and began to run toward our house. He jogged around the car and opened the door. It was his favorite car. Blue Mercedes Benz. There are a lot of branded cars in the underground lot. Mostly they are designed by Jasper and his friends, Alessandro and Edward. They are part of 7A. 7A rules the wolves. And Alpha Queen Reina rules them. Everyone has to do what she asks, including me who hasn't ever met her. She's the headmaster of the supernatural academy. The name fits it. The students aren't normal. It's the only academy where all kinds of supernatural crea

he ordered in a raspy whisper that had a shiver racing down my spine. "Wha—" my word was cut off when Ace's large hands cupped my ass and hoisted me into the air until my legs coiled around his torso, "what are you doing?" I chastised, a blush creeping up the side of my face with embarrassment as I noted the students around us staring. Ace dipped his head into the crook of my neck, tracing up the column with the tip of his nose before whispering, "Your two o'clock, black hoodie, you see him?"