Aether Beasts Novels & Stories

The sweet-spicy scent of an omega blooming into heat tickled my nose, and I paused mid-punch. Fuck. There weren’t many omegas, and the alpha wolf in me craved this one already. I grabbed the purse, removed the cash from my wallet, and stuffed it inside. Then I looked for someplace safe, like a store with security cameras or a police station, and ran across the street to a 24-hour gym. I wanted the woman with the kids to get her money back and a bit extra for having to deal with a purse snatcher. Inside, transcendental non-Western music of some kind played over the speakers. Guess it had helped drown out the thief’s screams.

★𝕯𝖗𝖆𝖝 The Aetheric Repository was a civilization built on the concept of perfect, non-fluid geometry. The environment itself was a massive computer. The air was inert Aether a strange energy that felt like raw, absolute data. The beings who met the Explorer Vessel were the Aetheric Sentinels. They were tall, ethereal structures of shimmering, complex geometric light, utterly devoid of any biological or emotional signature. The moment they detected my pure Earth core, the Sentinels initiated a coordinated, silent assault. It wasn't physical force, it was a flood of pure mathematical logic aimed directly at the deepest, most primal part of my mind.

Nazrene said, Tina scoffed impatiently at the unwanted question, but answered anyway, "Aether...is the fifth element, a bright, untainted atmosphere of the higher dimensions. Aer is the elements of reality...air, fire, earth, water...Look, can you just tell me what to do without all this... talking?" "Currently, you are Aether. You need to connect with Aer. It has gravitas, weight, it's what you need to wield to create a physical body of your own liking." Nazrene explained.

She succumbs and even holds onto me but that doesn't satisfy Aurora, who hasn't been able to feed in centuries. Even though Cassandra is willingly offering herself to me, it's not enough for the beast inside of me. I firmly hold Cassandra's head so that she has no chance of escaping me. I know this isn't for my benefit or satisfaction but I can't help but enjoy the euphoric feeling that comes with satisfying the soul of my dear friend, Aurora. It's somewhat addictive and I feel as though a deep neglected need inside of me is finally receiving the treatment it deserves. "Heaven." I hear Amelia's voice but the thing is, right now, I'm not exactly Heaven. "I think you have had enough."

"This Echo-Zone is rich in Residual Kinetic Potential. To you, it’s a 'Glitch.' To us, it’s Coal. We need it to keep our heart-cores beating in this 'Analog' world." The Physics of the Heart-Core Rhys, arriving shortly after, realized the terrifying truth of the Iron-Keepers. Unlike the Feral Six, who had been "Printed" into biological bodies, the people of Aetheria were Cyborg-Hybrids. Their "Souls" were housed in copper-cased processors that required a constant intake of thermal energy to maintain consciousness in the True Real. "They aren't biological 'Originals' yet," Rhys whispered to Elara. "They’re halfway between data and machine. If they don't harvest the Echo-Zone's energy, their '

On the plaque at the entrance, two powerful words captured his attention: Aether Sanctum. With evening already upon them, the absence of tourists meant Aether Sanctum was closed. Adrian knew the front part served visitors and believers, while the back part housed over fifty Aetherians, who primarily sustained themselves through the sanctum's operations. Though they were monster hunters, they relied on income from this tourist business to sustain themselves.

Caleb says as he holds my hand tighter. "Those creatures made it here? How?!" Aeneas asks and I can see his fangs out. Julius is giving directions and going again through the tapes as far as two hours ago, and Caleb looks at me but talks to all in the room. "Auraes are wind creatures, like the drows from our nature, and they are tricky spirits that take ethereal shapes and move around almost anywhere thanks to this, they can move into secured buildings like ours, and once they are in, they can materialize and be able to knock on doors or bring chaos. They do anything their God orders them, but Aeolus is not a God who is interested in this world much, hence they move and behave however they p

Yet, the fire of their resolve burned as bright as ever as their ship pierced the veil of the nebula. The echoes from this sector were a cacophony of distress. The Aethers, a sentient avian species known for their breathtaking aerial displays and ecological harmony, were on the brink of losing their homeworld. Their pleas spoke of rampant resource depletion and a shattered ecosystem, pushing their once-lush paradise towards an irreversible collapse. "The telepathic echoes," Kairos said, his voice raspy from years of channeling his abilities, "speak of a desperate scramble for survival, tinged with a deep sense of loss for their dying world."

Balanced. Aether. For the first time, the ancient presence did not manifest partially. The sky above the capital folded sideways in full view of thousands. Not violently. Cleanly. A vast vertical seam opened, revealing not light— Not darkness— But an endless expanse of shifting equilibrium. Aether stepped through completely. No disguise. No shifting face. Its form stabilized into something almost human, but carved from shifting stone and mist. The entire city felt it. Not judgment. Not heat. Weight.