Aether X Lyney นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"Emma, you aren't losing your power; you're releasing it. Every time you breathe, a piece of the Aether leaves your blood and enters the atmosphere. It’s a global transfusion. You're becoming the environment." I stood on the pier, watching Lyra and Caelum. They were sitting at a table made of rough-hewn heartwood, flanked by Arthur from the South and Shao-Lin from the East. At seven years old, my children were mediating the first Tri-Continental Council. They didn't use kinetic flares or royal mandates; they used the "Prismatic-Grey" clarity of their eyes and the simple, devastating logic of the new world.

Venn knelt, eyes wide, breath held. Hundreds watched. Sirelia ascended the dais. The child was cradled in one arm. Her blade, Elara’s broken twin, was held in the other. She raised both. And the court fell silent. “This is Aether,” she said, voice strong. “Born in eclipse. Carried in the fire. Bearing the marks of moon and ash.” “She is the first to wear both without burning.” “She is not a symbol. She is not a vessel.” “She is the sword we never had. The truth they buried. The future they fear.”

The booming sounds from the Silvergrove Mortars continued to echo, serving as the backdrop for the important explanation that was about to begin. Serel, the young alchemist and my trusted confidant, was now taking Hessel’s place this afternoon. She stepped forward with a scroll in her hand. Her wavy hair was braided into two ponytails, and her sharp eyes showed great dedication despite her young age. “Alpha King, Luna Lyara,” she said, bowing respectfully, “the potion we call Aetherial Ward has undergone fifteen laboratory tests and three limited field tests. Its composition is based on lunar magic binders and mid-level curse breakers.”

He dismissed every other thoughts he wanted to point out and proceeded to take his leave. “And you need to rest. You look exhausted Louis, I can't have my beta looking like this.” I moved towards my desk in the the room and picked up a hard covered book. An envelope slipped out of the pages and fell on the table. The crest on the seal stole a nod from me as I heaved out a sigh. “The next Alpha meeting is in a week,” I said to him. Louis stopped and nodded. “Yes Alpha,” “You know what that means, right? Our new allies from Westmoore pack would pay us a visit, and if it goes well we've managed to secure ourselves another buisness venture.”

Yet here stood Elyra, everything I was not, and Draven could not bring himself to dismiss her outright. As I watched them, something darker caught my attention. While Elyra spoke and held Draven’s focus, her other hand hovered subtly near Aether, a faint thread of dark energy pulsing from her fingertips into my son’s small body. It was so slight I almost missed it, but I felt it through our connection, a slow draining that made Aether stir restlessly against me. She was taking something from him even now, siphoning tiny sparks of his hybrid power while pretending to admire him. Rage surged through my exhaustion, hot and protective, cutting through the insecurity like a blade.

She hadn’t been mingling with us much lately, probably avoiding me and Edina both—for different reasons. “Hey,” she said suddenly, eyes flicking to Caelora. “I found what you were looking for.” Caelora’s entire posture straightened. “You did? Where?” Lira produced a leather-bound book from behind her back, worn and ancient, its edges gilded in silver. “It’s called The Aether Bond.” That name made my chest go tight. I stepped closer without even thinking. “What is that?” “It’s… a theory,” Caelora said, taking the book like it was holy. She flipped through the pages with careful fingers, scanning the faded script. “It explains how an Aether-bearer can deepen their bond with the source magic. M

His eyes — when they fluttered open for the first moment — held the faintest hint of silver flecks in their golden depths. “Aether,” Caelan whispered, voice breaking with emotion. “Our son… Aether Draven.” Lucien leaned in, his large frame trembling with overwhelming emotion as he gazed at their son. He pressed a kiss to Caelan’s forehead, then to the baby’s tiny head, his golden eyes shining with unshed tears. “Aether,” he repeated, voice thick. “Born of silver light and unbreakable steel. The first of our new line.” The bond between the three of them flared with a new, profound warmth — the ancient power settling peacefully now that its work was complete, wrapping the family in a gentle si

“So… If we can find the right aether, we can attract the aether in the water to it.” “And I happen to have the right aether,” Leighton said. “In the sleepers.”

He didn't see their expression and spaced out instead, whisking his beer bottle in a lazy circular motion. Vayu cleared his throat and stepped in to explain. "Aether energy is naturally in opposition with nether energy, but the aether in us Twelve Scions are somehow different. Our aether clashes with silverstream as well. They could effectively hurt us just as much as we could effectively hurt them. Lars remembered something from his early Chimera hunting days and said, "Oh, right. I remember you told me that our Scion Force even could purify the silverstream as long we're in Mirepa's vicinity."

A knock on the door interrupts our conversation. “Come in,” Caelan called out. The door opens, and a girl walks in. It was Lyra. This was my first time meeting her in close proximity. I have only seen her from a distance while I investigated her. She bowed slightly and said, “You called for me.” “Yes, I did.” Caelan replied. “I wanted to speak to you.” He looked at me. “Thorne. This is Lyra; she came along with us from the Moonveil pack.”