Aether Dragon Novels & Stories

A way to stop feeling like a spark that could burn me alive at any second. But I didn’t know it would come with a choice like this. A choice to die. I swallowed hard. “What are the redemption rights? To be in the Cidron’s good graces, I mean.” Caelora hesitated. “Well... you’re the Aether. That’s a plus.” “Yeah,” I said bitterly. “I’m the Aether because my kin stole it and fused it into our blood. That’s a crime, not a credential. I don’t think she’ll see that as a charming backstory.”

“No others with dragon blood.” “So, if we can concentrate the blood, you will cure Verina and Mercy. And then the three of you will rouse the sleepers, and help them acclimate to the modern world?” “Something like that,” he shrugged. “The future is unclear. Isn’t it interesting,” he added. “How the fine particles of aether drift and clump in the air, but the heavier sink, and they are not attracted to each other?” “Different types of aether,” she agreed. “I guess it is a bit like spell components.”

It had mentioned this word several times, describing the Aetherians as individuals chosen by divine entities to wield unique elemental powers that influenced the very balance of nature. “Legend tells of four primordial mages,” Professor Ealdwine continued, gesturing to the tapestry behind him. “They were the first Aetherians, chosen by the gods. Earth, Fire, Water, and Air were their domains. Each held a unique resonance with their element and could wield it with great mastery. They were guardians of balance, harmony, and the natural world. But over centuries, the purity of their lineage was lost, diluted as their descendants mingled with other species. Today, only a handful of true Aetheria

Dozens of our people, human survivors, Lycan refugees, and even some Fae, were bound by glowing chains, suspended over the vortex. Their bodies were pale and limp, their muffled cries barely audible over the roar of the power, but they were undeniably alive. Their life essence was being slowly, agonizingly sucked out of them, feeding the portal. Standing before the vortex, a colossal, terrifying figure commanded the space. It was not a man. It was not a Lycan. It was a Dragon. Its eyes burned with ancient, terrifying intelligence. Aethyros. The God of Ruin.

Wynter said out loud. “He doesn’t know how to come out,” Wynter said. “Come forth child of mine,” Abeloth said. Wynter arched his back slightly as the little dragon separated from him and stumbled over his own legs and fell down on the grass. “You’re so silly,” Wynter said. “He’s beautiful Abeloth,” I said. “This is Echo,” Abeloth said and the dragon stood up straight with his head in the air. He was the same height Wynter was and he looked almost black.

I sat down on the chair facing the sofa and I let my eyes return to normal. “The moment the King lays eyes on Abigail he’ll want her to bond with Prince Nicu. The strongest dragon in existence is the gray dragon. The silver white dragon is next in line, then comes the violet dragon and so on. Royal Dragons have always been what is known as Russian Violet, the darkest shade. We all know the darker the shade the stronger the dragon.” “A woman born of a man with a strong dragon is desirable but the bond has always been respected.” If we were normal people Sorin would’ve been right, but we weren’t.

Ezra said, only confusing the Omega more. “That's a young dragon, and his name is Mahan. The Omega playing with him is Everett. He is also a dragon. An Omega dragon. They are pack members. We have a wide range of species in our packs. That Dragon, his father is a dragon, and he's also the Alpha of this pack. If he was a threat, I would not be standing here so casually,” Ezra said as he moved the Omega forward. Nathan watched in awe as the dragon shifted back. Niles tossed his brother a pair of shorts, which he quickly pulled on.

I hate virgins, they cling and follow you around like a lost puppy which is why when I started the Dragon list I swore I'd never touch a virgin yet here I was watching Ms Jackson while she tried so hard not to roll her to the back of her head. “Eyes on me,” She looks up at me through her lashes. The smell of her arousal floods my nostrils. I clench my jaw and tighten the clamp around her nipples and she moans the sounds like music to my ears and makes me want to do things to her that the dragon doesn't do to women. When I created the dragons list I wanted to make every woman's fantasy come true and trust me I've had some crazy requests. I've never under any circumstances said no but the drag

Inside, soft silver drapes filtered the afternoon light, casting a gentle glow over the carved wooden cradle where Prince Aether Draven now slept more deeply, his tiny chest rising and falling with peaceful rhythm. At nearly five months old, Aether had grown noticeably. His dark hair had thickened into soft curls, and when his eyes opened — golden with delicate silver flecks — they held a bright curiosity that already seemed to take in the world around him. The ancient power within Caelan continued to nurture him gently, moonlight threads drifting protectively around the cradle like a constant silver guardian, ensuring the child remained healthy and strong.