Aether X Everyone Novels & Stories

I let the Crown flare—not violently, but unmistakably sovereign. “You’re not the only ones who learn.” The Observers dissolve—not vanishing, but thinning, dispersing into the probabilities they rode in on. The forest closes behind them, sound rushing back all at once. Birdsong. Wind. Life. I sag as the tension releases, Ethan’s arm catching me instantly. “You okay?” he asks softly. I nod, breathless but smiling. “They didn’t take anything.” Blake exhales hard. “I think you just scared the universe.”

Benjamin had never made her feel that way. "People will laugh at me if they hear that." Xander heard footsteps behind him and turned. He leaned on one arm against the railing, looking nonchalant. "I'd like to see who would have the nerve to laugh at you," Hazel mouthed at him through the smoke. "See you on Saturday." Xander hung up. "The chairman of Aether Group is taking the 9:00 pm flight. We still have an hour. If we can't persuade him to give us the project, it'll be difficult in the future."

He spoke very seriously, and his dark eyes were unusually solemn. Candice did not expect him to talk to her about this. After a pause, she suppressed the strangeness she felt in her heart and said, "So, we need to seize this opportunity?" Alex's eyelashes fluttered slightly. "Not 'we,' but 'you’,” he said casually. Candice pursed her lips. Aether was different from Burning Star. No matter what, Aether was a big player in the industry. Even if they were targeting Alex, they would still take into account Daniel Elysian's reputation.

"You're still under the company's name, and even the music and the MV you're going to make, it's still going to fall with Aether. That's my concern, Tanya." "Miss G..." Her sudden laugh was random. "We will go through making them cute if they suddenly become tigers." “Aether's strength is its artists, and so its weakness. When their artists disappear, the company is also closed and they won't make any more money. And I know they don't want that."

It had to be. She kept moving, wiping sweat from her forehead, when the low rumble started outside. At first she thought more ambulances. Then the big white trucks rolled into the bay, clean and heavy, their sides marked in bold blue: AELION INDUSTRIES. Relief swept through the department like a breeze. The logistics coordinator was already out there waving them in, voice cracking with gratitude. “They’ve got emergency respiratory support systems,” he called. “Donated. Fully operational. They can start setting up now.”

“The Forgotten almost destroyed the world. We won’t let that happen again.” Aether’s eyes hardened. “Then you leave me no choice,” he said. He lunged, his starlight sword clashing against Cole’s crystal. The impact sent a shockwave through the city, and the western tower’s light nearly went out. The other guardians rushed forward, but Aether waved his hand, and a wall of starlight pushed them back. “It’s just you and me,” he said to Cole and Lila. “The heart of the balance against the God of Stars. Let’s see which is stronger.”

******* Ethan The dance performance had been going on for two minutes now, and Ethan finally understood why the Crystal group was called the best—why everyone loved them. Dressed in black ripped jackets and trousers, their moves were insanely good, hitting every beat with precision. Their bodies were flexible, especially Weston’s—he could bend his limbs effortlessly, almost inhumanly so. Jericho and Cole were skilled at breakdancing, but Xander? He was something else entirely. The guy moved like a damn robot.

But then, just as they thought they had seen it all, another image appeared, one that made their hearts skip a beat. Another picture slowly materialized, and the council members' jaws dropped in unison. It was King Raphael, the reigning monarch of the planet Xanthea, a being of unparalleled power and wisdom. But it was the words beneath his image that left Aethon stunned, his eyes wide with shock. "Mate bonded to Raven Delacroix," he whispered, his voice trembling with emotion, "not yet unlocked." The room fell silent as if the very air had been sucked out of it. Aethon's gaze remained fixed on the screen, his mind reeling with the implications. "What does this mean?" he breathed, his questi

Uncle Silas snarls, his aura beginning to trickle off of him. "She's my…" Aera begins, clearly trying to think of the proper word. "Friend." "So you fuck friends?" I snap. "Remind me not to be friends with you." For a moment, Aera's gaze meets mine, and I swear a flash of amusement crosses it, causing me to blush. Fuck, he better not mention what has happened between us around Uncle Silas and Chandler. "And," Aera continues after a much too long pause. "She is my father's best friend's daughter and the sister of the future alpha of the Elementalis pack."

The girl who owns my heart, body, soul and mind. She’s wearing a simple yet stunning white dress. One I will take great pleasure in removing much later today. She is sitting with my parents and sister, her siblings who are here for Cole, Josie and the other girls who are mingled with Dillon and Miles. Along with Austen parents and of course the other half of the Hale dads to Josie. After she blows a kiss and winks in my direction I cast my attention back around to the screen. Austen Cooper is one of the first names drawn in the long list of the Class of 2020 to call out.