Aether X Scaramouche Novels & Stories

"They wanted to control the 'Flow'. They wanted to make sure that no matter what we built, time would always work against us." ​From the shadows of the gears, "Clockwork-Reapers" emerged—spindly, metallic figures with scythes made of sharpened minutes. They didn't move like living things; they moved in stuttering, stop-motion jerks, appearing ten feet closer with every blink of an eye. ​The Battle of the Main-Spring ​"Guard the path!" Kaelen commanded, drawing his "Aether-Blade"—a weapon forged from the concentrated light of the Great-Attractor.

—the raw, unrefined survival instinct of every Scrapper who had ever bled for a credit. "Aethel-Prime!" I roared, my leaden arms glowing with a dull, radioactive heat. "You want the 'Yield'? You’re going to have to dig for it!" I didn't use the Spire’s power. I used the Weight. I threw myself at her, my leaden fist slamming into her "Void-Silk" armor. The impact didn't create a shockwave of light; it created a shockwave of Mass. The Prime’s eyes widened as her divine frequency failed to deflect the raw, physical gravity of my strike. She flew back, her dragon let out a metallic shriek, and for the first time, the Auditor bled.

One moment he was thirty feet away; the next, he was a blur of charcoal-grey alloy slamming into Xander’s chest. Xander, usually the immovable object of the Citadel, was thrown backward. His boots carved deep, jagged trenches into the obsidian floor as he struggled to maintain his Grounding Circuit. "Caleb, snap out of it!" Xander roared, his voice cracking with a pain that had nothing to do with his broken ribs. He flared his silver Alpha aura, trying to create a Pulse-Buffer to push the creature back. The thing that used to be Caleb tilted its head. The obsidian mirrors of its eyes didn't reflect the room; they reflected a streaming scroll of violet code.

"It's nice to meet you too, but just a small correction, we aren't mates...we're just companions for now." "Ohhh...my bad." "It's fine." 'So this is his beta?' Linessa thought, rumoured as a Demon by the Devil's (Zhamar's) side. He didn't seem like much of a demon right now. From what she could see in the darkness of the evening he looked pretty innocent with his blonde hair and blue eyes. But she could see his thick, bulky muscles and as the sleeve of his shirt shifted while he drove, she could see the jagged scar that tore from his wrist to his elbow. It was a brutal map of a past battle, a reminder that his bulky frame wasn't just for show.

She slowly opened her mouth, her lovely lips parting to accommodate the action of her inviting tongue, “Scutum Plenum” she said, and a transparent shield made entirely of Chaos formed around her. Mane was expressionless even after her preparations were completed. It would take all his energy for him to bypass that shield with Absolute Darkness. So he readjusted his steps and pushed to the side right before he could crush into the shield. His eyes fell upon the figure of the Wraith and his lips parted to employ the use of both Edict and Chaos. “Recreation: Origami Spears”

I hid my hand inside the pocket of my hoodie and starts distracting myself. I entered an alley instead of the entrance in front. The blast of the music inside was already invaded my ears. Club X is where I spent my nights working. Lucas owns this place, he became my friend when I started a fight inside his bar. I stopped walking when I noticed something in the dark corner of the alley, a place where usually there's no light can reach. A two silhouette flashed, I heared a man screams who started pleading, it's not visible but there's a silhouette of two people in the dark. The man who keeps shrieking in pain was lying on the floor, while the other one kick his face.

"Yeah, that's probably best." Kiema smiled sadly at him. "I'll take you another time. No worries." She turned to Xander. "You ready Sacred?" she said with a brighter smile. "Always, sweets," he said as his tiger poured from his physical form. A low moan spilled from Scarlet. We all turned to look at her. Her cheeks were pink. "Sorry. That's so freaking hot." Junior bounded over, rubbed his elemental body around and through Scarlet's. "So are you, Kaeru."

before I knew what's happening, I feel a sting in my palm. I look down and see my blood dripping in the bowl, I laugh.. so he was distracting me until he cut me. After a few minutes, blood stop dripping... My palm is healed. *I did a good job, right?* Scar asked. *Yes, very good job!* The seer's voice pulls me back. "Alexa Felicia Scarlet Dex... do you promise to be a great leader in the company of Alpha prince Xander Liam Damien?" "Yes, I do!" I answered.

He’s ruthless, relentless, tearing through her defenses like they’re nothing more than paper. Seraphine’s lips tremble, but she stays silent. Creed’s claws dig deeper, and then his eyes start to glow, a deep, menacing gold that sends a chill through the room. This is the Alpha Sight of a hybrid; the Sight of the son of a Wolf God. After what feels like an eternity, Creed finally let go, pulling his claws free from her neck. Seraphine collapses to the floor, gasping for breath, her body trembling with the aftershocks of the Alpha Sight. She looks up at Creed, her eyes wide with terror.

Even the Prime stiffens, teeth bared, fury barely contained. The figure’s attention slides to me. You persist, it observes. I force myself upright, blood dripping from my mouth. “So do you.” A pause. Then—amusement. You are no longer viable. The interface is contaminated. Ethan drags himself to his feet beside me, swaying but unbroken. “You take one more step—” The Architect lifts a single hand. Every wolf slams into the ground. I scream as the pressure crushes my lungs, my vision dimming.