Novel & Cerita Aether X Arlecchino

“I am Alexander Bryon Louise Alcione, third prince of the Alcione empire.” “And I am Eirian Marie, Dorin’s childhood friend,” the other simply replied and looked at the people behind him. “The company behind me is Mordecai Almacion, my steward,” Xander introduced them. “The others are my attendants, Benedict Venet and Guiscard Boulvar, and of course, our fifth member and newest companion, Eurydice Dennison. “Dennison is here?” Dorin asked, his face lighting up. “Where is she?”

He murmured, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. "You... you are an alpha... You shouldn't be here... comforting a slave like me, a-alpha..." "I'm very happy to do so. By the way, we should properly get to know each other. I'm Aziel Midnight. Alpha of the Midnight Moon pack. However, you can call me Aziel. But I'd like it if you call me Az." He said so casually like he didn't give a shit about hierarchy by allowing an omega_a mere slave to be precisely to call him, an alpha by a pet name!!

Alex identified him by his green eyes and his light stubble beard. "Yes, brother, the next true heir to this wonderful Romano company," added Alec, with mockery in the tone of his voice. He had grey eyes and a noticeable stubble beard he decided to keep. "We have been expecting you," Alec said. "Is that why you turned my office into a tavern?" Alex asked, clearly disgusted and unimpressed by the sight in front of him. "Oh, come on, brother, we were just celebrating your victory," Alaric said with a devious smirk.

“I was just telling Ares here about how I use mirrors to keep the sunlight on my chilli plants throughout the day.” I smirked. Mum and I should’ve made a bet. “I’ve learnt a lot,” Ares rumbled, but he looked at my dad with something small and sad in his gaze. “Thank you, Alpha Xander. I wish the climate in Winterpaw was more hospitable.” He ran his tongue over the seam of his lips and winced. “I’d love to see my Omegas stomach one of those.” Dad waved a hand. “Call me Big Blue. And I’ll give you a jar of them to take back with you.”

Terrena screamed in anguish, a white light blew the rubbles apart as jason stood up and dusted his cloth, "C'mon!, I just got this" he said playfully, Derora screamed in anger, "How?, what are you?" She shouted, "I" jason said as he held the heavenly blade cyclone, "I am jason alecto elixtu, son of kelin elixtu whom herega framed, bloodline of illummino, godson of aether, weilder of the blade cyclone, husband of terrena rectir elixtu, king and heir of Aratia, and lastly, the one who kills you" he said calmly as the field erupted in shouts of ikir,

Amethysta asked, making Alaric chuckle again. "Don't worry, Miss Elf. I am not a perverted alpha. I just wanted to befriend you. Can't I?" Alaric made an innocent face, making Amethysta doubt whether he was an Alpha or not. He was handsome and at the same time he looked like a cute omega. Alaric finished his drink and said, “Okay, then I should get back to work. Or else I will get an earful from your father.” “Seems like you are afraid of my Father,” Amethysta sarcastically said.

An eerie, malevolent laughter filled the air as a figure emerged from the shadows. Alaric, a formidable werewolf with fur as black as the night, stood at the edge of the clearing, his eyes blazing with an unholy fire. "We shall see," he sneered. "I will crush their love and claim the Celestial Relic for myself." Without warning, Alaric lunged towards Luna and Elias, his speed unmatched. Luna barely had time to react, summoning a shield of light to protect herself and Elias. But Alaric was relentless, his claws tearing through the protective barrier.

One of the elders leaned forward. “Report says Elise has passed the fourth threshold. The Hollow is responding.” Dareth, the youngest elder, rubbed his temple. “And if she makes it to the heart?” “Then we end it,” Saelin said flatly. He turned, unrolling a scroll inked in dark red. “Aetheric Containment Order,” he read. “To be enacted immediately upon her return. Bind her. Mute her. Sedate her if needed.” “You’re turning her into a weapon,” Dareth muttered.

The sight of it stirred something in all of them—hope. As they descended, pack warriors noticed them, and the word spread fast. By the time they reached the edge of the dock, Alexandro himself stepped down from the ship to meet them. His eyes locked onto Edward and Jacob—and then landed on their father. “Lord Alaric,” Alexandro said. “Alpha Alexandro,” the older man replied. There was no tension this time, only shared urgency. “I brought help,” Alaric said. “This is Ysolde.” Alexandro studied her, surprised. “The witch?”

Cheers rose the moment Lucien stepped forward, holding the tiny prince securely in his arms while Caelan stood proudly beside him. “Today, we present Prince Aether Draven,” Lucien announced, his voice carrying clearly across the square. “Born of the bond between king and consort. Born of silver light and unbreakable strength. He is the living proof that love — real, defiant love — can create miracles. The realm is whole again.” Caelan stepped closer, placing a gentle hand on Aether’s head. The ancient power shimmered faintly around the child, a soft silver glow visible to all. The crowd erupted in joyous cheers, many kneeling or raising their hands in blessing.