Aether X Kinich Novels & Stories

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.

Aetherion stepped forward, his violet eyes wide with something between awe and concern. “You’ve surpassed every prediction,” he murmured. “Even I didn’t anticipate this speed of control.” “Then help us,” I said sharply. “We don’t have time for lectures.” He nodded, lifting his hands. Dark energy rippled around him, but this time, it wasn’t hostile. He formed a barrier around the fissure, holding back the black tide rising from below. The Creator hissed, slamming one massive shadow hand into Aetherion’s barrier. “Your allies cannot save her. She belongs to me!”

But none of that mattered if I could not reach Aether. The dragon tilted his head a slow smile spreading across his face as he stepped closer. “I am Nyx. Elyra’s first born and Draven’s forgotten blood brother. Your son carries pieces of all of us now thanks to that fertile human womb of yours. Hand him over willingly and I may let you keep those soft thighs wrapped around me as reward.”

She felt the pale light inside her respond, pulsing faintly with her heartbeat. Her breath caught. She shouldn’t have this. The word came unbidden, like a whisper carried on the mist. Aether. Her skin prickled. The name rang in her mind, heavy with warning. She had heard it only once before, buried in hushed whispers when she was a child. Aether—the element that no longer existed. A force erased from history because it was too dangerous, too uncontrollable. The stories had said that those who held it were cursed, destined to bring ruin. That was why they had been destroyed.

Tristan snapped. "05:42," Helena reported. "Eighteen minutes until executions begin." "We can't stop," Saoirse said from the gunner's chair, her hands gripping the controls of the steam-cannons. "If we lose our momentum, the infantry swarms us. They’ll pry us open." Tristan stared at the three glowing blue Aether-shields protecting the walkers. *Aether-shields,* Tristan’s mind calculated. *Pure, refined magic. Kinetic absorption fields. Designed to repel solid mass.*

The council members exchanged glances, their faces etched with a mix of awe and reverence, as they grasped the magnitude of the moon goddess's plan. Then, the screens flickered to life once more, revealing a series of images that left the council members breathless. Pictures of Aethon, the Ascended of Ky'Rennei Collective, appeared alongside five other formidable figures: Rage, the fierce dragon shifter; David, the wise Prince of Atlantis; Abatrose, the just King of the Meridians; Kieran, the enigmatic Vampire King; and Niklaus, the powerful Mayan/Vampire King who reigned supreme. The council members' eyes widened as they took in the sheer might of these six powerful mates, each one a force

The Big Four: Steven Chase, Baron Sage, Iphan Carter and Kane Richmond bossed over the conglomerate, with Steven as the head, more of a Godfather. The underground brought forth money from the production of a white powder. The underground? It was a crack house. X-habit's main aim was to keep the money rolling in, Kaching! Kaching! In hard, hard currency. But somehow other benefits accompanied the money. Fame was one, Power was another. Chase Motors, a car manufacturing and selling company which was owned by Steven was one of the entities the money brewed. Sage Hotels and Suites was another. Baron Sage owned this one. It was one of the famous hotels in the state and was still rising to greater

he recited what sounded like a prophecy. “What? Sixteen maidens? Sixteen mothers? I’m not sure you have your math correct. I have fourteen children.” I shook my head. He just stared at me with a blank expression. “Eunice and Anthylla… are you saying….” I ran my hand over my muzzle. “Minos will return them to Athens. To their families. Eunice will be forced to marry some old man her father had selected. And Anthylla was supposed to become a priestess of Athena.” I frowned.

I’m almost sad when the road trip ends and we arrive at the gate of the neighborhood on the outskirts of Denver that belongs to their pack. When we pull into the driveway of the packhouse, we’re greeted once again by two burly bouncer types who escort us inside. They bring us straight to the guest rooms we stayed in last time, depositing our belongings before walking us back to the foyer where Alpha Cole and his sister are waiting to receive us. “Nice to see you two again,” Cole booms as he strides across the foyer. He shakes Theo’s hand first, then mine. “You remember my sister, Astrid?”

in the human world…or with their respective species packs…also to ask them if they indeed turn out to be therians then as which creature would they want to spend their lives as? As soon as it was confirmed that Richard is indeed Austin Jones of the Black Onyx Pack, Azraiel put some warriors to the task of tracing back the ancestors of her pack members. She kind of knows what he suspects but she won’t know for sure till he decides to reveal everything. In front of her, Theo along with several other warriors was helping Nicholas and Jamie to gather information about everyone’s ancestors. She herself talked to several pack members….these witches, werecats, vampires, and whatnot have no idea abo