Aether X Neuvillette Novels & Stories

"Always." Kenneth coughed, shifted in his seat, and took a deep breath. "Do you think I’m a suitable candidate to be your partner?" "Huh?" I blinked. "We’re here to discuss aether-tech, aren't we?" Kenneth’s lips curved into a soft smile. "Did I spook you?" "Yeah. A bit." My smile felt like stone. I wasn't ready for a romantic ambush. "Sorry! I’m focused on the tech, I swear. But the way the sunlight hit you... I couldn't resist a little joke." He pushed a heavy file toward me. "Look at these. Nationally certified patents for the Aether-Drive."

—Nathaniel— The ‘Aether 19 X’ cut through the sky with a precision that made it RivAll's most elite next–generation aircraft. “Ladies and gentlemen, this is your Captain speaking.” “If you look out your window, you’ll see the beautiful city of Port Harcourt. Fasten your seatbelt as we prepare for touchdown on the Allwell runway. Thank you for choosing RivAll Aviation.” I shut the magazine in my hands and gazed across the oval window. Time respected no one.

"You can use Aetherion–" "That doesn't count," She interrupted him, shaking her head. "Aetherion is already seen as a company backing Lancaster Industries. A collaboration with Aetherion is just the same as asking bread from your parents. Naturally, you'll get it. But if you go elsewhere to ask for bread from a Total stranger, the response would be different. It's then up to you and your ability to secure a positive response." She explained.

That alone was rare enough to deserve applause. Meanwhile, Eva stood calmly beside me like she hadn’t just shattered half the assumptions everyone in the room had built about her. Her expression barely changed, though I noticed the faint satisfaction in her eyes when nobody immediately found a response. Honestly, I was shocked too. Not because I doubted Eva was talented. That much had already been obvious. But Aether? That was different. Aether wasn’t just another luxury jewelry brand. It had become one of the most sought-after names among wealthy socialites over the last few years. Their custom collections sold out constantly, celebrities wore their designs publicly, and even some internati

“With you.” The moment was interrupted by the chime of the internal comms. Xavier Evans’s voice crackled through the speakers, sounding tired but satisfied. “Chester, Kora—status report. The guests are mostly gone, and the board is being processed at the Townsville precinct. Davina and Lionel are in the library. They want a final briefing on the Aether’s stability.” Chester let out a long, slow breath, his gaze never leaving Kora’s. “The Aether is stable, Xavier. Tell them the 'Smith-Del Toro Resonance' is at one hundred percent. We’ll be up in a few minutes.”

His past assistants would probably just display a bunch of simple paintings with no real meaning beyond physical and call it a day. In every piece Eve had chosen, there was passion depicted in it. The passion Alex needed. Walking out of the exhibit, he and Nicolas headed towards the outer garden. As it was already dark out, their only source of light came from the french doors leading back into the museum. Pulling out a sleek silver case, Nicolas opened it, revealing a line of cigarettes. He gestured to Alex , asking if he wanted one to which he declined. "Since when do you decline a smoke?"

“You think you can break a lunar bond by sheer will? If you pull her away from him now, you’ll kill her. Or worse—you’ll finish the transformation before she’s ready.” Evelyn let out another bone-rattling growl, her nails raking down Kael’s arm and drawing blood. The scent of it flooded the air, rich and coppery. She froze at the taste of it on her tongue, horror and desire warring in her chest. Kael only tightened his embrace, ignoring the blood dripping down his skin. “Take it,” he growled in her ear, voice hoarse. “If it eases the fire, take it. I won’t let you burn alone.”

“You think Marius has it. That’s why you planned the siege at his castle. That’s why you took me. That’s what you want to trade me for.” “Aye,” he says, his voice dark as shadow and laced with intent. “We’re searching for theCridhe na Ghealach—the Heart of the Moon. Because with it, we’ll have the power to shift when we want. With it, we’ll have the power to win this war.”

A mate mark. “I’m happy for you,” Lydia said. Thalia smiled. “I’m happy too. And Knox… he’s a good guy. I’ve seen how you two look at each other.” Lydia smiled faintly. “Yeah, I guess so.” Thalia pulled out a necklace. The pendant was a woman’s head with snakes for hair—Medusa. It looked golden, but it felt alive. “This is my parting gift,” Thalia said, placing it around Lydia’s neck. “I can’t say goodbye at the garage—it’ll break me. So remember me until we meet again.”

Layered. She turned to Null. “You remembered me.” Null nodded, eyes wide. “I think… I was waiting for you.” A shudder ran through the ground. From the distance, an echoing howl. Not animal. Not human. “They’re not done,” Aurora said, kicking the final agent off her and rejoining them. Sigma stood unaided, blinking into the light. “Aetheris won’t stop until it absorbs everything Eve left behind. That includes me. And you, Damien.”