Albedo X Aether Novels & Stories

"Just call me Crema. You? What's your name? | I asked him with a smile. "I'm Martha," he introduced himself. "Martha, I'll repeat my question, Where are Alpha Dior and Aries going?" I asked curiously. "They sent help for the Silver moon pack, Crema. The silver moon pack is on our side," Marta replied with a smile. "Did they fight?" I asked. "Alpha Dior is in the Tower watching the gammas traveling towards Silver creek because as an Alpha he needs to focus on his constituents," Marta replied.

Light pokes in through the shutters and I stretch as a satisfying yawn rolls off my lips. A restful, satisfying sleep. Then it hit me…my conversation with dad last night. Austin (not going to call him Alpha) wants me to be his Luna. Also while he has a girlfriend?! He really has gone off his rocker. He has a mate out there somewhere. I have a mate out there somewhere. There is no way the Alphas will agree to this. My 18th birthday isn’t for another two months. Austin is 18 himself so he would know if we were mates by now and his lack of self-control I highly doubt he’d keep that a secret this long. I’d expect him to tell me the very instant and have already demanded I move in with him. Given

“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."

She felt the pale light inside her respond, pulsing faintly with her heartbeat. Her breath caught. She shouldn’t have this. The word came unbidden, like a whisper carried on the mist. Aether. Her skin prickled. The name rang in her mind, heavy with warning. She had heard it only once before, buried in hushed whispers when she was a child. Aether—the element that no longer existed. A force erased from history because it was too dangerous, too uncontrollable. The stories had said that those who held it were cursed, destined to bring ruin. That was why they had been destroyed.

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.”

He didn't see their expression and spaced out instead, whisking his beer bottle in a lazy circular motion. Vayu cleared his throat and stepped in to explain. "Aether energy is naturally in opposition with nether energy, but the aether in us Twelve Scions are somehow different. Our aether clashes with silverstream as well. They could effectively hurt us just as much as we could effectively hurt them. Lars remembered something from his early Chimera hunting days and said, "Oh, right. I remember you told me that our Scion Force even could purify the silverstream as long we're in Mirepa's vicinity."