Aether X Lynette Novels & Stories

It was some minutes past 6pm. Caitlyn Hugh was dragging her tired feet back home after a long day at work. As she walked along the lonely road, she looked back at intervals, hoping for a cab to appear. Although she was very much aware that cabs do not ply that road, Caitlyn prayed for a miracle. She took out her phone from the small bag she hung on her shoulder and connected her headset to the device. She was going to click play on her favourite music, but the sound of a car honking halted her.

Lyn was stunned for a moment before finally entering the Alpha's house, ignoring the sneers and humiliating whispers from the pack members behind her back. It was the first time Lyn had stepped into the big wooden house since she was a baby. The interior was beautiful, but Lyn didn't have time to admire it all. Aunt Lycia need her. As soon as Lyn entered the room where Lycia was being treated, the atmosphere suddenly became very claustrophobic and unbearable. Everyone in the room—Alpha Ordovic, Luna Lisha, Beta Jude and his wife Cybil, Lucas and Ruth, Etienne the healer—all stared at Lyn with suppressed hatred. Lyn tried to ignore them all and focused on Aunt Lycia who was lying weakly on th

“I can see it assembling in real time. Whatever it produces, you’ll use it. But for what? For whom?” Draven didn’t answer immediately. His expression shifted, calculation, hesitation, then something almost like reluctant admiration. “For Zephyria. Maybe. Or for whatever’s left of it after this.” He leaned closer, voice dropping. “You’re more than you look, human. That Aether… It’s not normal. My brother saw it first. Now I do too.”

Azael's hands on Lynette's waist tightened into something possessive as one thought flickered through his mind—to be one with her. With Lynette like this, Azael felt as if his entire body had been set ablaze, making his mouth dry and thirsty. As Azael's hand circled Lynette's waist, she pleaded softly once again into his ear while panting heavily, “Please, help me. They drugged me and want to give me away.” The refreshing cedar fragrance on Azael drew Lynette closer, prompting her to circle her arms around his waist. This scene shocked everyone silly.

I stood behind her so that they would have a full view of her; after all, she was the Luna. “On behalf of the alpha, I want to specially welcome you all to our pack, Axelland,” Lyra said warmly, her voice carrying authority yet kindness. “Most of you know me as I have been with you for the past year. But for those who don’t know me, my name is Lyra. I am Damien’s mate, and this is Denise, his sister. He has been incredibly busy, but he extends his wishes and says he will come and see you when he has the time.”

It swung the key not at Lillian, but at the ground. A sigil of corrosive green flame erupted at its feet, burning through the bones and the ancient stone beneath. The ley line. She was tapping directly into the power, bypassing the ossuary’s dampening field. The surge of raw, undiluted Aetheric energy hit Lyra’s barrier and shattered it. The backlash threw the old Keeper against a wall of femurs with a sickening crunch. She slumped, motionless.

Caroline, a she-wolf who has been considered a monster since she was a child, can she break the tragedy spell and find her MATE?

I said reassuringly. “Thank you for understanding, my Luna,” Linnet replied, setting down a gift she had brought for us. She kissed me lightly on the cheek, then headed toward the exit. As soon as Linnet left, Darren approached with his congratulatory message. While Aster was deep in conversation with some pack members, Darren leaned in close and whispered in my ear, “Let’s dance.” I ignored him at first, distracted by the message I’d just received from Ryder: ****Goods delivered and intact.**

K.I. Lynn is the USA Today Bestselling Author from The Bend Anthology and the Amazon Bestsellers, Breach and Becoming Mrs Lockwood. She spent her life in the arts, everything from music to painting and ceramics, then to writing. Characters have always run around in her head, acting out their stories, but it wasn’t until later in life she would put them to pen. It would turn out to be the one thing she was really passionate about.

"He isn't dead," Celine said, her voice sounding like glass on silk as she stepped into the quartz chamber. She looked at the terminal where the mysterious message remained. "But he isn't here. Silas Northwood designed the Aether-Net as a one-way trip for anyone who wasn't an 'Authorized User.' Alexander bypassed the firewall with raw emotion. He grounded the system, but in doing so, he became a 'Fragment'—a piece of data that the system doesn't know how to delete, so it simply... archived him."