Aether Beasts Novels & Stories

And then, we saw it. Rising out of the red sea was a continent of jagged, brown peaks and endless, wind-swept dunes. It was the Aetheria. It didn't have trees. It didn't have domes. It had Iron. Massive, steam-powered towers rose from the coast, their gears turning with a rhythmic, soul-crushing clack-clack-clack. Unlike Malakai’s machines, these were ancient, rusted, and covered in the same silver-logic runes we had seen in the Sunken Shrines.

He didn't see their expression and spaced out instead, whisking his beer bottle in a lazy circular motion. Vayu cleared his throat and stepped in to explain. "Aether energy is naturally in opposition with nether energy, but the aether in us Twelve Scions are somehow different. Our aether clashes with silverstream as well. They could effectively hurt us just as much as we could effectively hurt them. Lars remembered something from his early Chimera hunting days and said, "Oh, right. I remember you told me that our Scion Force even could purify the silverstream as long we're in Mirepa's vicinity."

The air smelled like a mix of metal and herbs. “Sit here,” Niobe said, fetching several jars from the rack. She opened one filled with grey gemstones that shimmered faintly. “This is moondusk—represents your wolf side.” Then she poured golden liquid from a tall bottle into a small bowl. “Echo Liquor. It’ll mix with your blood.” Finally, she lifted a jar of glittering brown dust. “And this... is aether dust. A rare substance that can copy the structure of your body’s energy.”

Alpha Zane Atlantis watched the pack from below, his long finger slowly grazing his chin. Here was the pack he had fought all his life for, and for some time, he just couldn't grow used to the peace. He had gotten so accustomed to war, the peace and gaiety seemed almost boring. For the serenity and the good of his pack, however, he knew not to go out there to cause trouble. With a small sigh, he drew back from the large balcony, then swiftly removed the unbuttoned coat he had been wearing.

a hunter ordered his men to retreat. Alpha Alec? The ground vibrated with the hunters’ heavy footsteps, and the air shuddered with another ferocious howl. Even though it intimidated me, I stole a glimpse above the trench. I had to see Alpha Alec for myself, and as soon as I did, I wished I hadn’t. He was terrifying, worse than Godzilla and King Kong put together. I snatched in a gasp as the gargantuan-sized Lycanthrope pushed through the trees as if they were just weeds in an overgrown garden, leaving a trail of carnage behind him. He seized one of the deserting hunters and trapped him in his giant claws. Before I had time to avert my gaze, he bit off his head and spat it onto the ground. Th

and I am bitten again, these dogs just can't run slower apparently. I push myself for another mile, but the night's events are catching up to me, the dark starts blurring my vision and the world begins to fade. I shake my head, not wanting to pass out in the middle of nowhere, but my body finally gives up. Just before I black out, I feel myself shifting back to a human form and then everything goes dark. *****

Then Aether stirred in my arms. A sudden surge of hybrid power burst from my son, uncontrolled and startling, sending a wave of mixed golden-crimson energy rippling outward. It washed over all of us, causing Elyra to stagger back with a hiss as it disrupted her draining threads, while both Vaelor and Draven flinched as if struck by something far deeper than mere force. Aether’s tiny eyes opened for the first time, glowing with an otherworldly light that seemed to pierce straight through the curses binding the dragons. The power scared them, I could see it in the way their scales flickered uncertainly and their expressions tightened with unease. This child, born of two rival bloodlines and my

It clicked open. Inside: brittle scrolls, carved stone tablets, faded ink that smelled faintly of dust and time. We read fast. The Aetherheart Shard was forged during the Great War of Aetherfall — a war fought many years ago between every supernatural fraction. The Primarch of that era, Kaelith Flameborn, created the Aetherheart Shard as a weapon of last resort: a crystal that could force raw elemental power into obedient, multi-element constructs — Revenants. Unlike true Primarch power, it required no special power. Anyone with sufficient mana could wield it. But it was unstable. Kaelith used it to win battles, then the revenant went mad. Before he died, he shattered the Shard and sealed th

“The Alpha Beast of Melbourne.” My stomach flipped. “You know who he is?” I asked. She nodded. “We all do. The stories? They weren’t just stories. He’s real. He’s ancient. And he’s cursed.” Genesis sat beside me, tears in her eyes. “He’s the reason so many clans were wiped out in the 1800s. They say he went feral. Lost control. He killed his own blood.” “No one could kill him,” Jethro added darkly. “Some say even death fears him.”

“Aetheris is a hydra. Cut off one head, and two more will grow.” Damien didn’t flinch. He had always known the nature of the beast they were fighting. “What do we do next?” he asked, his voice low but firm, unwavering in its resolve. “You’ve done your part, but we still need to finish this. We can’t stop now.”