Aether Dragon Novels & Stories

The cavern had never felt so small. The moment Aetherion spoke his name, the air itself seemed to grow heavier, thicker, like the mountain was struggling to breathe. Aetherion. The First King of Darkness. A being older than the wolves. Older than the dragons. Older than the very world my ancestors had fought to protect. And he was standing right in front of me. Watching me. Studying me. Like I was something he had been waiting centuries to find.

Seth replied "I thought you said magic users could pick up residual magic from the air." "All magic users except dragons," she explained. "Dragons can't pull magic directly from the Ether. Instead, they collect gold and make it resonate. When the gold resonates, it pulls Ether through the barrier." "What barrier?" "There's a barrier between the Ether and our world." Ale explained. "Think of it like a very fine mesh that only allows tiny amounts of Ether to go through. When the gold resonates, it's like shaking a strainer to let more water through. Dragons collect this magic, and it's almost impossible for them to get it any other way."

Elira turned her body towards Kaelric. “You didn't know? And Elira is probably a few years over twenty. My king isn't that against Arkenholt’s law?” Aetherion quirked a brow in jest. Kaelric groaned at Aetherion. “Dragonbloods age differently.” He explained only to clear Elira’s mind. “Aetherion is a reincarnation of his ancestors' ashes, he’s basically centuries old.” “Well, I have no recollection of their past lives so I’m only twenty-two.” He pouted and took a sip of wine.

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

Max stepped in front of me, facing Dragon directly, and said, "She will not go with you alone. I am coming too." "Humans are not allowed inside!" Dragon challenged. I took a deep breath and calmed down a bit before finally speaking. I wasn’t afraid of Dragon anymore, but I was worried about him knowing about my children and that they were his. I pushed the thought aside and said impatiently, "Max is coming with me, or I won’t go back!" Dragon did not utter a single word; he left with the wind, dressed in a blue suit matching the color of his eyes. He still exuded strength and had become even more captivating.

Maybell Smith Mythicals- A rare bloodline that people inherit from God, Dalion, that he personally blessed with the ancient dragon spirit. It is given to those who have been close enough to touch the white veil. Although this information is well known, mythicals are still a mystery to the rest of civilization, if encountered, don’t stare into its gaze.

I asked, pressing my lips together to hold back a laugh. Valen feigned a wounded expression. “You don’t have to sound so doubtful. The Cidron is a proud artifact. It just… has its preferences. And now that you’re the Aether, it’ll need you.” “Need me?” I echoed, uncertain whether to be flattered or nervous. “Let’s say it’s never truly worked for anyone,” he explained. “Only… harmonized. And you’re uniquely tied to Lyria’s magic, to me. If anyone can bring it into balance, it’s you.”

“What’s wrong with you?” You’re the one pretending nothing’s wrong, he replied calmly in my head. You avoid him, and you expect me to act normal? “What does Soren have to do with this?” I snapped. Everything. Astra misses him. I frowned. “Astra?” His dragon, Vermithor said simply. My mate. I blinked. “Oh.” You can’t separate what’s already bound together, Kahlan. Not between dragons. Not between their riders. “Are you saying you’re sulking because your girlfriend’s not around?”

Zergenth, Protector of The Sky. Draco was surrounded by dragon spirits on the surface of the lake. The five dragon spirits hovered majestically and full of charisma over the surface of the lake. Draco looked at them so mighty and powerful. Each of them was surrounded by its own elements. Fire. Wind. Lightning. Plants. Metal. Rocks. Ice. Snow. Draco's face looked up, eyes wide with surprise, at a loss for words. He had goosebumps all over his body. The dragons’ aura was so dominating and beautiful at the same time.

"Frederico, the kingdom has fallen. We haven't much time!" Lady Lisbeth Delgaard rushed to where the babies lay, sleeping in their crib. Knowing she wasted precious moments-nevertheless, the Dragonlady gazed upon her children. The twins looked so different, yet she loved them equally as fierce. Ragnar took after her with his fiery temper and the telltale bulk that spoke of his dragon heritage. Whereas Gio was smaller, with dark eyes that changed color according to his mood, and there was no doubt that he held his father's wolf genes. Mixed species couples were killed on sight in Desdayos, and as the war reached the inner sanctum, a difficult decision needed to be made.