Aether X Keqing Novels & Stories

“Everything you have, Aaron Keizer, will soon be mine!” Every word felt like a knife going through A’s body, “NEVER! I’ll die first… before I let you take… her from… me…” “THAT can be easily arranged!” Kaiden was already starting to merge with his equally crazy wolf Xion when he felt a hard blow to the back of his head, and he fell face down to the ground. Good for him that the soil around them has already been softened by the various fighters’ movements and spilled blood during their continuous battle.

And now she looked at my son with gleaming interest that sent ice through my veins. “Such a magnificent hybrid,” Elyra continued, her silver gaze fixed on Aether where he nursed contentedly against me. She took a step closer, her clawed hand extending slowly. “Golden and crimson woven together. He will grow into a force unlike any other. When the time comes, he will make the perfect consort to restore the true bloodline and heal what was broken.” Her words landed like a fresh wound. I pulled Aether tighter against my chest, my voice hoarse but burning with every ounce of maternal fire I possessed. “He is my son. You will not claim him. Not now. Not ever.”

Still, she needed something to hold, and Astrid had offered it. Keiran bowed his head slightly to Elara. “I will bring him back if I can,” Keiran promised. Elara looked at him for a long moment. Something complicated passed between them. Keiran was Ethan’s son, Ronan’s cousin, my past, another Alpha-blooded man walking into danger. Elara’s grief had no clean place to put him, but her heart was not small enough to dismiss him. “You come back too,” Elara told him. Keiran’s face shifted. Then he nodded. “I will try,” Keiran answered. Spiro checked the sky. “We should go,” Spiro warned.

He might not win other Lv 8 Agility Realm experts. After all, there was a huge gap between their realms! "Humph, then why does your body have the aura of Qing Ming's Hand?" Looking at Zephyr Khan, Ethan Cline's eyes were still fixed on Zephyr Khan like snake eyes. He seemed to be ready to kill at any time.

She looked defeated, vulnerable in a way that twisted something deep inside me. Throne didn't hesitate. His voice boomed through the chamber like a gust of wind. "Veyra! Let go of my daughter!" Veyra stood before her, cloaked in shadows, her eyes gleaming with malicious triumph. The Aetherheart shard—the ancient artifact pulsing with stolen power—glinted in her grasp. Around her, elemental guards materialized from the earth itself: hulking figures of rock and soil, their forms shifting and reforming, eyes glowing with unnatural green light. There were at least a dozen of them, lumbering forward with ground-shaking steps.

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

I'll show you how a true king marks his mate. Even the usually sensible Aetherion had completely shattered under the intoxicating weight of the rut. All of his rationality had flown out the window, replaced by a crazed need to claim their territory. 'Make her shatter beneath us.' A third, deeper presence rumbled with hunger. 'And we'll rebuild her in our image. Stop wasting time!' Kael growled, pacing violently against his mental cage. Then came the cold, suffocating pressure of the fourth. Zareth never need to speak in words. He communicated in a violent wave of pure, dominating intent that threatened to turn Zavian’s eyes a blinding, soulless silver.

Keondra gave a small smile. Aethon briefly looked away. “She's really that good, but who cares if she's my sister?” Even though he isn't really great at expressing his emotions, Keondra could clearly see how much he loves and cares for Petra. She'd barely seen him smile, ever. Keondra jumped down from the tree. Aethon is one interesting elf.