Aether Beasts Novels & Stories

The sky above the Nightfang Valley was no longer a natural thing. It was a bruised canvas of violet soot and golden residue, a graveyard of the Syndicate’s failed chemical cloak. But from within that haze came the rhythmic, heavy thrum-thrum-thrum of a heartbeat that didn't belong to a wolf. The Aether-Dreadnoughts had arrived. Four massive, iron-clad airships, held aloft by superheated Aetheric gas and propelled by massive brass screw-propellers, emerged from the smog. They weren't here to negotiate; they were here to deconstruct the "Signal Fire" piece by piece.

A crack, thousands of miles long, appeared across the Atlantic Ocean, glowing with a terrifying, molten-blue light. "The Aether was the distraction," Elias laughed as he dissolved into light. "The real game... is the Core." Elena looked down at the crumbling world. She had saved the sky, but she had just awakened the Earth.

No wonder the First Fleet the orbit has reached. After endless minutes, the last castle cracked. A deep, mechanical Stöhnen went through the mountain. I stepped back and turned off the burner. Kael stepped forward, anchored his boots the rusty grids of the platform and pushed its massive, armored hands into the glowing gap between the door wings. His muscles stretched to tear, the titanium rings of his suit crawled under the enormous Strength. Slowly, centimeters for centimetres, the gates of the Aether City stood up. A swollen, absolutely pure air struck us. It did not smell

A massive corrupted beast—something shaped like a lion but composed of bone, fog, and black water—lunged toward Alessia with fanged jaws wide. Alessia lifted a hand. “Down.” The beast froze midair and then slammed into the earth with enough force to crack the ground. Kael sliced its head clean off before it could rise again. Ianthe whistled. “Alessia’s not playing today.” “She never does,” Kael muttered. Seraphine clung to her satchel. “Th-this is worse than the Leviathan—” Rian choked, “Everything is worse than the Leviathan!”

Something didn't feel right, but I couldn't quite place my hand on it. I went on with the rites and watched as he was taken into the sacred chamber of dead kings and queens. That served them right. I will make sure the popularity that sacred chamber had would be so great, that Silver Wolves would run out of heirs. Alexa was yanked up by the guards. I now had a look at her face. She was indeed breathing even in this state. Her eyes—red, red—though I doubted those were their real color; cute nose, full lips—she was the perfection of the Moon Goddess.

He glanced at his father shortly before slightly softened his tone, “Now Alpha Felix, you can bring up the issue of The Eclipse that you claimed to be critical to all of us. I believe The Lang family will be interested to hear you out.” Alpha Felix’s chest heaved as he eyed Xavier dismissively. Glancing at Kronos Lang who sat there skeptically, he uttered, “It is an emergence, Alpha Xavier. It’s supposed to be kept within wolves. But since you consider the vampires should also acknowledge it, I will just speak frankly.”

That was when I realized those eyes weren’t Knight’s, so it was his beast all along. “I can accept anyone calling me that,” he continued. “But my mate… my future Luna… will call me by my name. Only my name.” He leaned toward my neck, lips brushing the skin lightly, making my breath shatter. “Or,” he whispered, “you can give me a daring name to claim me with.” “There is no difference between a beast and a monster,” I muttered. His grip tightened dangerously. “Do not provoke me.” Taking in a deep breath and at the same time desperate to break the moment, I blurted, “But a beast needs a real name. Like Knight has his. What’s yours?”

—the latest tech from the Aethel-Group, connected to a cloud-based AI. The teenager leaned in, their giant face inches from ours. "Hey, Kaima," the teenager said, a grin spreading across their face. "That was a cool level. What do you want to do now? We can go to the 'Space' level, or I can d******d the 'Zombie' expansion." I looked at the silver pen in my hand. It was the size of a toothpick now. I looked at the computer screen. I saw the Aethel-Group logo in the corner.

the driver asked. “In the Light Bar,” Aisha responded. She thinks she might go to the bar and need a drink to forget what happened a while ago. “I will fucking kill that girl with your husband, Aisha! I will fucking kill her! How are they making you cry, and that asshole! How dare he hurts you?!” Kai—her wolf, was understandably more aggressive than usual. Aisha held onto her chest; she could still hear the loud beating of her heart; Kai was about to go and take over her body, “Calm down, Kai. I settled that already; keep quiet,”

“An aether dragon. Speak your name human, I can sense the presence of your guardians.” “I am Manolya Kara,” I answered cautiously. “And my companions are Aziz and Pareia.” “Little human, are you ready to fight then?” The dragon’s voice echoed directly inside my head, etching its heavy words inside my heart. I could feel the immense weight of him, the raw, ancient power vibrating through the air, and I nodded, keeping my voice as steady as possible as I answered, “I am ready.” With a deep inhale, Atherius breathed in a massive stream of aether energy from the crisp mountain air, completely filling its lungs.