Albedo X Aether Novels & Stories

“Being a werewolf does not make you immortal because when you infect a human and transform him into a werewolf, he will age and surely dies, and so the ‘hosts’ dies too.” I rub the back of my neck, wondering when he said that? “You remember?” He raised a brow at me, and I gave him a shrug. “I don’t but go on.” “It just means to say that Aether didn’t die because someone kills him, he die because his human dies.” I gave him an ‘ooh’ sound in response. “and so I think that’s possibly why Aether disappeared.” “You believed that he had a family? You don’t believe Neneuis?”

I paused to take a drink of water. “What does all this have to do with me?” Ryder asked. “You shouldn’t exist. You are a supernatural being, handcrafted by the goddess Selene and the God Typhon. The amount of power that you radiate right now has many of the Gods on edge, including Zeus. They fear if you grow any stronger you can use this power in a negative way, and you may cause the balance to be disrupted. Also, some lower-level Gods fear that your power could surpass even theirs. Right now, they are the ones who we need to worry about the most. They want you dead.” With those words Luca growled. Anger rolled off him in waves at the thought of someone targeting his Alpha prince. Luca start

​The Construct’s arms heavy, beam-emitting rods began to glow. ​“Caleb, listen to me,” Elara hissed, her voice vibrating with the strain of holding back the Aethelred-frequency. “You cannot miss. The Sol-Ether is volatile. If my violet energy touches that glass, the chemical reaction will cause an explosion that will level this entire fortress. I have to be the wall. You have to be the knife.” ​“I’m the knife,” Caleb replied, his golden Vane runes igniting to counter the heat of the room.

"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."

The pylon twisted and collapsed, its magical core venting blue flame. Above them, the shimmering golden dome that protected the Spire flickered and died. "Shields are down!" Lucas yelled into the radio. "Alpha, the path is clear!" Ethan heard the call. He saw the golden barrier fall. He looked up at the floating obsidian rock of the Aether Spire. It hung five hundred feet in the air, accessible only by a narrow, winding causeway of floating stones. And at the top, illuminated by the sick green light of the Soul Ritual, he saw them.

The four lights faded into the darkness one by one, until only the misty pale glow remained. It wrapped around her, heavy and suffocating, before vanishing as quickly as it came. Althea gasped as her eyes snapped open, her body jolting awake. But even as the dream slipped away, one word stayed carved deep in her mind. Aether.

Their leaves were all silver and shiny because of the Aether that was always being released. Malachi said, "The Royal Pack thinks Aether is like a battery that you can use up and throw away." He was standing there with his shirt off. You could see the glowing tattoos all over his body. They were like a map of his history or something. ". For a Celestial like me Aether is more like a conversation. You do not take the power Elowen. You are the power."

“No others with dragon blood.” “So, if we can concentrate the blood, you will cure Verina and Mercy. And then the three of you will rouse the sleepers, and help them acclimate to the modern world?” “Something like that,” he shrugged. “The future is unclear. Isn’t it interesting,” he added. “How the fine particles of aether drift and clump in the air, but the heavier sink, and they are not attracted to each other?” “Different types of aether,” she agreed. “I guess it is a bit like spell components.”