Aether X Arlecchino Novels & Stories

His eyes occasionally flickering and I wonder if he was feeling uncomfortable. “This is Katarina, my sister. Katarina, this is Xerxes Knight, Alpha of Alphas.” Lucien cautiously said, eyeing Xerxes as his eyes refused to leave mine. I gulped before averting my eyes quickly as I offered him a decent smile. Alpha of Alphas. A shudder ran down my spine. Of course he would be a powerful male for his presence screamed intimidation and dominance. A man in his prone, beautiful yet deadly. Xerxes remained unfazed, if it wasn’t for his occasional flickering between his wolf’s and pretty blue. Xerxes let out a heavy sigh as he closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose. Lucien noticed.

My head stayed lowered as I wiped my face desperately. Then suddenly— Bam. I crashed into something hard. A strong arm instantly wrapped around my waist before I could hit the ground. My breath caught sharply. Warm fingers tightened against my side. Slowly, I lifted my tear-filled eyes and froze. Alpha Xander Marco stared down at me. The most feared Alpha in the entire world. The monster who erased entire packs with out mercy. The same Lucian feared more than death itself. His dark eyes locked onto mine with dangerous intensity while his grip on my waist slowly tightened.

Azalea hugs him as the door opens. “Go back to the witches where you belong, Azalea,” Gwenael says from the doorway, “this alliance between the witches and werewolves is over, and Alaric has a job to do.” Alaric stands up in a blur of anger, pinning Gwenael roughly against the wall.

She hadn’t been mingling with us much lately, probably avoiding me and Edina both—for different reasons. “Hey,” she said suddenly, eyes flicking to Caelora. “I found what you were looking for.” Caelora’s entire posture straightened. “You did? Where?” Lira produced a leather-bound book from behind her back, worn and ancient, its edges gilded in silver. “It’s called The Aether Bond.” That name made my chest go tight. I stepped closer without even thinking. “What is that?” “It’s… a theory,” Caelora said, taking the book like it was holy. She flipped through the pages with careful fingers, scanning the faded script. “It explains how an Aether-bearer can deepen their bond with the source magic. M

“Today the owners of the tech company, the McCarteys, are holding a social event on their own property. Since they obviously maintain close contacts with the Cohens, we hope to find spicy documents or data there. However, the guest list for Elevender is strictly limited. Only Hegedunen have access and they know each other. However, people have free access. They are not considered dangerous, besides, the McCarteys are human themselves. " With Cat still looking blank, Xandra jumped in. “Experienced elevenders recognize other talented people by their charisma, but with some it is so weak that it is hardly noticeable. It’s like that for you, Cat, I could only perceive it because I have a lot of

“I’m going to the main door and set up The Arc so the flying cockroaches can’t get in and out.” Flying cockroach? Gemma frowned and was amused by the nickname Nero had given the Draconian. Every Archturian always carried The Arc with them for protection, and Nero would put up his own. Joe nodded, “I will exterminate the Draconian inside.” “Give me your Einar. I’ll help.” Gemma held out her hand to Jo, and Jo gave her a surprised look. Gemma knew every Archturian had two Einars and a special gun called Alfhild. Most likely, Jo didn’t bring Alfhild, because the gun would be too flashy here.

Eleya replied. "Maybe, maybe. But that's not important right now." The serviteur shook his head, "Makamisa, Angel of the Animal Tongue has become a stray, corrupted with selfishness." said the serviteur as he raised his palm against her. Eleya grinned, clenching her fists as she stood her ground. The serviteur slashed his hand in the air as fast as possible, projecting a ray of air that acted as blades. Eleya narrowly dodges them and as soon as she found an opening, a deer charged on the serviteur. He avoided the attack, but another followed.

Beside it stood a carved sculpture of two wolves—an Alpha and a Lunar wolf, entwined as one. Ethan’s gaze caught briefly on Arnold, who stood stiffly beside Elder Cyrax, the officiant of the ritual. But his attention shifted when movement from the grand archway drew his eye. A hush fell over the hall. Arielle. Arielle descended slowly, in a soft milk-colored dress that hugged her figures, and her silver hair plaited loosely glinting under the light. Every step she took seemed deliberate and her expression calm. Leo glanced at his Alpha, whose expression had gone perfectly still. Only the faint tightening in Ethan’s throat betrayed him.

"The song from the silence. I need you to anchor him to the now while I go into the then." Xander took Lucien’s hand, his own golden aura beginning to pulse. He began the low, rhythmic hum - the heartbeat of the pack. Silas and Marrow joined in, their voices adding layers of stability to the resonance. Even Virex placed a hand on Lucien’s shoulder, lending the cold, eternal stillness of his kind to the mix. Evangeline closed her eyes and plummeted into the microscopic world of the wound. She saw the "Negative Aether" as a swarm of black locusts, devouring Lucien's light. With a surge of will, she introduced the "Anomalous Chord."

Even the Prime stiffens, teeth bared, fury barely contained. The figure’s attention slides to me. You persist, it observes. I force myself upright, blood dripping from my mouth. “So do you.” A pause. Then—amusement. You are no longer viable. The interface is contaminated. Ethan drags himself to his feet beside me, swaying but unbroken. “You take one more step—” The Architect lifts a single hand. Every wolf slams into the ground. I scream as the pressure crushes my lungs, my vision dimming.