Aether X Noelle Novels & Stories

Noelle was the head of the epsilons in charge of night rounds. "What about you? You haven't found the one yet?" I asked. He grinned. "I'll like to enjoy my solo life for now." "He's going to be so whipped when he eventually meets her. And, I'll be there to tease him for it," Noah said. I turned to look at Rylee who had been silent the whole time. I went towards her and embraced her from behind. She stiffened and I closed my eyes, inhaling her scent. 'What are you doing?' She said telepathically.

"I'm also a vampire and a demon." Her eyes go even wider. She stares at me for a moment, her jaw dropping. I exhale slowly, thinking she's taking things better than I thought. Then just like that, her eyes roll into the back of her head and her body goes limp. I'm by her side before her body can hit the ground, breathlessly letting out a chuckle as I lower the glass of water on the floor. 'She's beautiful,' Aether points out, and I bite my lower lip, gently brushing Noelle's black hair away from her face. It's longer than the last time I saw it.

"Vaelor!" His body arched as waves of release crashed through him, white fluid staining his sheets, fingers buried deep, the bond flooding him with Vaelor's mirrored peak, intense, raw, a flood of heat and surrender that amplified his own. Their cries blended until it was impossible to tell where one ended and the other began. The Aether in the room responded, brightening briefly around the window frame in a wash of warm gold, as if witnessing the fragile bridge they'd built across their shared isolation.

It was cracked just enough for me to hear Nox and Jada’s conversation, not that either of them knew I was listening. Nox leaned against one of the beams, threading his fingers through his thick hair. “I’ve been meaning to ask you something. A few days ago someone left some notes in my bedroom for me. I tried to figure out who might’ve done it, but there was no scent that I could pick up. I looked through the files of everyone in the pack, and yours was one that caught my eye. You can astral project, right? Can you touch things in your astral form?” I liked Jada even more in that moment because future Alpha or not, Nox wasn’t exempt from her attitude.

Naomi glanced down at the file again. She really should get going. Instead, another thought surfaced. Aelion. She looked back at him. "Actually, there is something I wanted to ask you." Aiden's expression shifted. "That sounds ominous." "It's not." "That's what people say before asking ominous questions." She smiled. "The owner of Aelion." His eyebrows lifted. "What about them?" "Who are they?" Aiden looked genuinely confused. "I don't know." Naomi blinked. "You don't know?"

"The broadcast is at forty percent capacity. It’s a 'Drowsiness' wave. It’s telling them that nothing matters except the screen in their hands." The Aether-Tech Hub rose out of the landscape like a monument to the future. A sprawling campus of glass and white steel, it was surrounded by manicured lawns and high-tech security gates. The "Aether-Tech" logo - a stylized eye interwoven with a circuit board - glowed with a soft, pulsing blue light. "Target in sight," Xander said, his voice calm and steady. "Evangeline, how are your levels?" "Steady," she replied, clutching her briefcase. "The 'Anomalous Chord' is quiet. It knows it’s home."

with her… She tilted her head back to look at him. “They both know you are going to stay with us.. Why didn’t you tell me?” she complained. “Wait a minute” Aiden intervened. “Is this because of Noah?” he asked, staring at Kayden who was clueless who Noah was. “Because you don’t have to worry about that guy, I am enough to tackle him” Kayden glanced at his wife. “Who is Noah?” Eleanor rolled her eyes. She forgot to mention anything about that incident. “Noah, he is a famous TV star and even the male lead of my web series”

she whispers. She steps up to the iron grate, pressing the flat steel cones of the amplifier directly against the heavy bars of my cell door. She flips a red toggle switch on the side of the casing. A small green light flickers to life, humming with high-voltage electricity. Noelle takes a deep breath, opening her mouth wide. She doesn't sing a song this time. She lets out a raw, high-frequency Siren screech, screaming directly into the rear microphone of the machine.

If they weren't standing before the Lord, she'd have stuffed his mouth full of candles. When Quentin stood up, Noelle immediately walked away. His tall figure followed her outside. A bus had just pulled up in front of the church, unloading a new group of worshippers. Among them was Thora, who was here to pray for her boyfriend's recovery. She spotted Noelle, her expression tense, walking out of the church and calling out, "Dr. Xanthos?" Noelle paused when she heard her name and turned around. Not far behind her, Quentin appeared, his elegant and upright figure cutting a striking silhouette, impossibly handsome as ever.

“Selene Emberlain, for your crime of crossing worlds and unbalancing the currents, your punishment is one month in imprisonment.” Selene looked up in shock. “What?” she whispered. “Only… a month?” “Yes,” the Head said. “The heavens have chosen you as the Aetherborn. You cannot be destroyed, only guided.” She didn’t understand. Relief mixed with suspicion. Then the Head turned. “As for the human, Nathaniel Vale, his contact with Aether energy has corrupted his essence. He cannot remain here. His punishment is… death.” Selene’s scream tore through the hall. “No! Please, not him! Take me instead!”