Aethon Myth Novels & Stories

I understood that vaguely from what Principal Adaeze told me but understanding it and seeing it are two completely different things. It is more like a city that someone put a roof over and called a school. The corridors connect to courtyards that open into training grounds that lead to whole separate buildings, all of it in the same ancient stone, all of it lit by a combination of actual torches and something that glows without any visible source. I have to admit though. This place is beautiful... She tells me Aethon has existed for over four hundred years. It was built as a place where supernatural bloodlines could train, develop their abilities, and exist without the complications of hidin

Why haven't you completed the bond with her? "I am not allowed to have another mate!" he whispered, his eyes clouded with emotion, his desire for her was strong. "But believe me, if I could, nothing in this universe would keep me from her, Aethon. Why all of a sudden you are concerned about her mates?" he asked. Aethon's whole demeanor changed, his eyes burning with intensity. "She is my Mate too!" he revealed as his eyes sparkled with love. He sat down beside him and told him all that was happening, and what they all would soon face.

Here, they found the remnants of the Aethean civilization – frail, emaciated figures with eyes filled with a haunting despair. Communication was a struggle. The Aetheans' native language, though decipherable, spoke of a lost world, their dependence on a source they called the "Everflow" absolute. Now, the Everflow sputtered, its once boundless energy dwindling to a faint echo. Anya, ever the historian, delved into their fragmented records. She discovered a lost legend – a tale of a celestial being, a "Star Weaver," who gifted the Aetheans with the Everflow, an endless source of energy in exchange for their unwavering devotion.

Then, he waved his arm, and True Energy materialized to envelop the pieces of meat, transporting them to the Celestial Abode. “Let’s get going.” After he was done dealing with the meat, the three continued on their journey. Mount Walvern was ginormous. It was considerably bigger than Earth’s surface area. It was where monsters resided, each of them having a territory of their own. It was not long before they encountered another monster. This time, it was an Aethon, the hegemon of the skies. “James, that’s an Aethon. Sophie told me that they’re the descendants of the Primordials, and they possess the bloodline of the Primordial Race. This Aethon should be at the Immortal Ascension’s Seventh S

I snuggled more into my bed, prepared to dive into the stories of the deities. "The deity Aethon was tasked with the flow of existence. Past, present and future in the palm of his hands. Hair as white as snow, eyes the color of the sky. Aethon could see the rise and fall of kingdoms. He was merely a guardian and could tell no one their fate, no king, no pauper. His domain was vast and he rarely intervened in the lives of others. Only when there was a disruption in order would he step forth, righting the wrongs and setting souls back on their destined paths.

Every deception. Aetherion's gates rose before me, already choked with noise and display. I slipped through the crowd unnoticed, a shadow among flames, and found a vantage point near the eastern fountain. The water was bound with minor wards, enough to discourage casual touch. I touched it anyway, let the cold bite my fingers, and watched.

And brought him back. Ever since the onyx’s return, no Elite handler has been able to get close to him. Athena approached him slowly. Whispering soft words. “Easy… I won’t hurt you.” She held out her hand. The stallion neighed, stomping and tossing its head violently. Athena gasped startled and stepped back. Her boot catching the edge of the hay pile. She fell. But didn’t hit the ground. Arms caught her. Strong and Familiar.

I ask incredulously. “Enyo? That’s your wolf’s name?” She asks, and I respond with a nod. “The waster of cities… Interesting…” Luna Rachel trails off, a faraway look coming across her face. She then stands abruptly and heads over to the bookshelf in the office. “You know, in Greek mythology, Athena and Enyo were both daughters of Zeus. However, Enyo was a goddess of war and destruction, bringing fear to anyone against her on the battlefield. While Athena was a goddess of both wisdom and war, among other things. Almost like the opposite of what Enyo represented, and she was even feared by Enyo’s lover, Ares…” Luna Rachel trails off again as she flips through a book, looking for something.

She turns to the sound of her name and sees Aethon the Great Fire Horse walking towards her, his flaming mane and tail flowing behind him. “What are you doing? I thought we weren’t to interfere with the humans before the time limit was up?” “Aethon, since when do you address me so informally? Or indeed question my decisions.” Her glare has him slowing his steps to approach her cautiously. He stands beside her and looks down upon the humans living their lives, blissfully unaware of the deeper truths of the world. “My apologies great Mother, but is it not true that we made that agreement after we chose to step away and leave them to make their own choices and mistakes?”

Veyron nodded. “Lucian was not born in this world.” Aethon’s face changed. “That’s impossible.” “No.” Veyron looked at him. “You found him.” “You raised him.” “But you never knew where he came from.” Aethon remained silent. Veyron continued. “He fell into your world during the first collapse.” “The first cycle.” Lucian looked at Aethon. “Is that true?” Aethon nodded slowly. “Yes.” “Why didn’t you tell me?”