Aether Beasts Novels & Stories

"I want them here. I want them to witness the collapse of their world from the very heart of it. Their presence will only serve to validate the new order. They are the 'losers' of the old world, and in the new world, they will be the first to be… harvested." She turned and walked towards the back of the Hive, where a massive, experimental device stood in the shadows. It was the "Resonator," a high-frequency emitter that was the physical manifestation of the Aether Protocol. It was a weapon of pure digital energy, capable of disrupting the very fabric of the city’s reality.

she said. "All of it," I said. "Cael says the Aethar were hunters before they were breakers. He says the original ability was not to sever bonds but to find and contain entities from the early Lycan period. Entities that are apparently not wolves and not human and one of which is apparently sitting underneath a grief-binding in Ashburn territory." I looked at her. "So. All of it."

Zavian quickly slammed the link between him and his entities except Aetherion shut and returned his focus to the situation at hand. With that, Aetherion burst through the smoke and flames like a meteor, his midnight scales absorbing the firelight, making him look like a piece of the void itself given form. His mighty wings created windstorms that fanned the flames below as he descended with devastating roar that shattered the night. The effect was immediate. The spell the witches had been weaving unraveled, snapping back with violent force. Blood poured from their eyes, ears, mouths as their own power turned against them. The women screamed agony, their concentration broken by the sudden app

A shimmering, translucent dome of blue light—the Hard-Light Aegis (a temporary energy barrier)—expanded around Elara and Kazimir, creating a safe, stable bubble of energy within the chaotic, violet-tinted water. "Thirty seconds on the shield, Captain!" Mina warned. "Then it collapses!" "Move!" Elara commanded. They propelled themselves through the fluid, their Liquid-Oxygen Exosuits providing powerful thrust. Ahead, the Aether-Sentries (massive, multi-limbed biological guardians) stirred. They were like enormous, bioluminescent spiders, their segmented bodies rippling with violet light, their six eyes fixing on the approaching bubble of human energy. The Sentries didn't attack with physical

Beatrice Wilder, or GWOTOWC, ignores me. I hand over the sheaf of papers with only the first page filled in. Beatrice looks through them, huffs, and stands to her full five-foot height from behind her desk. Her short white hair is a lie, or at least I think it is. Judging by the trickle of energy she releases, she's a shifter of an unknown lesser variety. During my fifty years of visiting the human realm, there have been many changes. This realm is now a melting pot of every paranormal creature imaginable. I'm undecided if that's good or bad. Bottom line... I prefer my own realm, where dragons are lords of land and sky. I'm just old-fashioned that way.

The decision had already been made. Alpha Caius was a ruthless, unforgiving man that was feared across the south and beyond. His name alone was enough to turn the blood of warriors to ice. He was more than a leader, he was a force of destruction, a walking death sentence. His pack, the Blood Howl Crest, was forged in the fires of war and its members were born to fight and trained to kill. Alpha Caius was a wolf written in blood. Towering. Scarred. Merciless. He led every war himself, cutting through enemies like a blade through flesh.

"The combination of every smaller piece of them to make something huge - The war caused all these for mankind." Avery remained lost, she stared at the pictures that were on the left and right. "I still don't understand." Avery finally said how lost she was in what Wahika is trying to explain to her." Wahika sighed. "The beast is most powerful when the red moon is out. It represents the day they were all wiped out to become one. The beast and the sea monster are both immortal - their territory is the forest of Armageddon." "What about the witches clash?"

Thick cold air rushing between the passageways of the labyrinth of large crystalline rocks. 'Iyala, Terra Australis.' -Gen. Matilda Foster A platoon of colonial soldiers surveyed the area for a mission they knew little about. The floor was rough and pointy and reflected light it could reach. The large glowing rocks displayed a text no one understood. Looking above, they saw the majestic Aurora Australis playing with the stars. And several comets that passed through a luminous ring; connecting massive planet-like stars organised like beads covering Terra Australis.

Of course Christopher Henry Jameson—also known as Beast- wasn't the average man. He stood 6'5" and weighed three hundred and two pounds. He didn't like the extra three pounds. He rather liked being in the two hundred weight range even if it was by just one or two pounds. Regardless, there wasn't an ounce of fat on his perfect body. Beast was muscles on top of muscles, yet not hulking like some of the others that worked in the Marine Corps division assigned to The Department of Home Land Security, or better known as DHS. Too big made you slow. He'd seen guys bigger than him hospitalized during the CRUCIBLE training.

Lirian looked apprehensive as they arrived via gravitic shuttle, his slender form dwarfed by the jagged spires that shifted under Aether pulses, defying standard physics with variable-gravity pockets that allowed leaps mimicking low-orbit jumps. The hunt was announced at dusk: a traditional Auralis rite, blending sci-fi augmentation with primal violence. Simulacra beasts, holographic constructs infused with real Aether feedback loops, were released into the peaks. These weren't mere illusions; quantum entanglement made their strikes deliver kinetic force, drawing blood, fracturing bones, and even inducing neural feedback that simulated death throes. Participants hunted in teams or solo, arme