Aether X Scaramouche Novels & Stories

Something was wrong; how was Amelia able to command Scythe this way? "Mmm..." Scythe suddenly chuckled as Amelia returned to me, pacing around and protecting me from him. "A blue wolf? I see your moon is back to the business of making magical wolves... but I'm afraid this is where your journey ends." Scythe rushed forward again, but this time, I appeared before Amelia's wolf and released the accumulated ecto-energy. The power surged forward like the most dangerous hurricane, sweeping across the ruins and shattering the lumps of shadow into thousands of tiny pieces.

Alexander shook his head, unable to understand why the other party was so fixated on a War Puppet like this. Across from him, after swallowing the sacrifice, the scorpion's aura surged, its hostility soaring as it charged toward Alexander with murderous intent. This murderous intent was not just from the scorpion but also from Mister Xeno. Alexander dodged the attack from the tail, leaping onto the scorpion's back and raining down a flurry of punches. The tough carapace caved in after three punches and ruptured after five. When Alexander fought seriously, his strength was terrifyingly staggering. The scorpion, feeling the pain, continuously tried to dislodge him with its pincers, but the dis

“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.

Ethan tried to scramble for another exit, but Xander's Alpha aura pinned him in place. Xander's voice was a low growl, ripped from the depths of hell. "Say it again," he snarled. "Is. That. Cub. Mine?"

Alpha Dimitri’s POV I waited for him to continue. “While I was asking around the outer territories, I spoke to several warriors who remembered seeing the woman calling herself Fiona Lightweather. A few of them noticed something unusual about her.” My attention remained on him. “What?” “She has a scar low on her waist.” He paused. “From the descriptions I received, it appears almost identical to the one on Scarlett Bane’s neck. Same shape. Same pattern. Even the way the skin healed around it.”

The ground beneath us begins to shake, and nearby trees begin to fall. I can feel my eyes glow as I turn to look at Alpha Xander once more. "LEAVE!" I scream at him. Using my control over the elements, I send a blast of wind knocking him closer to Darius. Satisfied, Alpha Xander doesn't waste any more time. Rather he reaches down and picks up Darius. Carrying him bridal style in his arms. He then leaves as if he was never here.

A way to stop feeling like a spark that could burn me alive at any second. But I didn’t know it would come with a choice like this. A choice to die. I swallowed hard. “What are the redemption rights? To be in the Cidron’s good graces, I mean.” Caelora hesitated. “Well... you’re the Aether. That’s a plus.” “Yeah,” I said bitterly. “I’m the Aether because my kin stole it and fused it into our blood. That’s a crime, not a credential. I don’t think she’ll see that as a charming backstory.”

In Aetherium, life was chill. No body, no limits—just me, finally free. Time didn't matter here. No pain, no lies. Just calm. But lately, something gross kept tugging at me from the mortal world. It stank of obsession and fake guilt, like a greasy snake trying to wrap around my soul and wreck everything. I wanted to slice it away like dead weight. Then The High One showed up. "That pull's from a dark ritual. An Aster descendant's offering their life and soul to you—trying to drag you back in with chains made of shadow."

“A fitting sacrifice indeed! The Weaver! And pregnant, no less. Your life force will not only complete my awakening, but secure my dominance over this pitiful realm for eternity!” The Dragon lowered its massive head, its terrible eyes fixed on Scarlett. “You remind me of someone I hate,” Aethyros hissed, its voice thick with ancient venom. “The druid who sealed me.She had those same maddening green eyes, that same pathetic air of defiance. Did you truly believe a mortal body could house a power strong enough to challenge me?” Scarlett didn't flinch. She looked directly into the god's eyes. I felt her power surge. It was like she had been holding back all along.

At Alec’s questioning look I added, “My mother told me of the Scythe being stolen a thousand or so years ago from her coven.” "We will have to expect Alpha Kylen to use that to catch us off guard." Alec pointed out. Thane nodded. “Maybe we can get it from them somehow. You know what it looks like. Can you draw it?” “It looks like any scythe, but the blade is black and there are Celtic symbols down the handle. I’m not much of an artist, but I’ll give it a shot. I rose and walked to the printer, grabbing a sheet of paper, and returned to sit in Anders' lap as he passed me a pen. His arms tightened around my waist, distracting me as I drew the weapon to the best of my ability, drawing out the s