Aether X Paimon Novels & Stories

Aimee answers sheepishly as a shy smile forms on her lips. "If that is what Her Highness wishes," Airel responds as she curtsies at her. Aimee has managed to get used to being called with such respect. Although she wasn't comfortable at first given the time, she spent getting disrespected at the academy and being bullied by the students there. Although, every time she tried to recall the events that happened on Earth, she will only find herself blankly staring in front of her... unable to recall any clear memories. "Aether is the name of the Goddess of Wind. There is a saying that some of the Wind clan members descended directly from the Goddess herself. But no one has managed to prove that

“But I’m staying here with you for the whole thing.” “I expected nothing less,” I smiled up at him and extracted myself from his embrace to sit back down in the chair. It’d been less than 24 hours since the last time and I hadn’t forgotten the energy drain I’d felt afterwards. I racked my brain for the name of the Menae who’d come to me when I’d accidently dragged Dmitri to the Aether with me. It was something odd like Xander, or Xylophone… ‘Xandikos,’ the name was accompanied by that stuffy head feeling I’d felt last night.

But I followed him. I could not stay behind. Outside the gates stood a tall man with a thick skin and deep blue eyes. Alpha Kael. He looked even stronger than the last time I saw him. Alpha power was already smelling on his body and he was breathing like thunder. His eyes found me immediately right there as I got lost in thought. “Annie,” his voice cut across the room. “I have come for my mate and my pups.” The woods went silent for a while. I felt another kind of power as Damon touched me.

Pandora Being named after the one woman who unleashed the darkness and evil beings into our world just simply opening a box has never been easy, especially when I need to meet new people. They hesitate to talk to me and even look at me or towards me. I've heard rumors that I'm a witch's hybrid with a wolf, that I was cursed when I was born, and even that I was cursed because I tried to seduce the mate of a powerful witch, but none of this is true, and it also makes no sense, I never crossed the boundaries of the lands of the pack. But even if these unfounded rumors amuse me, after all, we realize how far people's imagination scans, I have my responsibilities, such as: doing my homework, afte

"Tell me what's wrong, Rhema" I murmured some gibberish to myself. "This is the problem. You won't talk to me and then you click the self destruct". She's trying to catch up with me on the curb. "Abroko wrote again and it's all about you. They are calling you an addict, you're addicted to the Origin. They are calling the reason she was murdered Origin". "They can call me whatever they want".

"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.

All she had ever sought was peace. Then the visions reached the execution itself. The crowd appeared in the memory, watching as chains bound her and the blade descended. Ryan’s anguished screams filled the air once more, and the bond between them had snapped with devastating finality. The entire square trembled under the emotional weight. Some people began crying openly. Even hardened soldiers lowered their weapons, unable to maintain their resolve. The visions replayed Aria’s death slowly and brutally, without embellishment or dramatization. Just raw, unfiltered truth. And then came her rebirth, rising amid shattered stone and pulsing white fire.

"They aren't even looking at us." "They aren't real, Kaelor. They’re loops. Pre-recorded ghosts." Aradaa pressed his palm against a nearby terminal. The screen flickered, then died in a hiss of violet sparks. His static aura had curdled into something denser—a void-field that swallowed data whole. "The Aether is trying to get in my head. It feels like... like needles made of ice." "Hold it together, Scholar. We’re close. I can smell the ozone and... baby powder?" Kaelor kicked open a pair of massive, translucent doors.

“You’re not serious.” “Oh, I am,” Melinda said, rising to her feet. “It’s called an Aetherstar. Its power is beyond imagination even the Thrones would not be able to stand against it. And only you can summon it, Selene. Only the Aetherborn can command such creation. It will obey your every word, punish whom you wish, and destroy what you will. And it will never harm its maker.” Selene looked down at her trembling hands, then back at her friend. “You really think it could work?”

Alice ----- Paimon got a little weird when he suddenly left. He just mumbled something about going back to Hell, then started jumping and cursing like his ass was on fire. I figured maybe something bad happened to his family. Or his Hell pets. Do demons have pets? Probably something scaly and venomous. One thing’s for sure—Paimon’s the secretive type. He never tells me anything unless he’s forced to. I know it’s none of my business, but I wish he’d give me a heads-up before acting like a deranged goose on fire. It’s exhausting.