Ao3 Aether 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

Aurelia has been Zephyron's best friend since they got admitted into Blackridge Academy; she has feelings for him, but he only sees her as his best friend. Aurelia watched as Zephyron's girlfriend constantly broke up with him countless times. It hurt her every time because she was always there to comfort him. His tears broke her, and each time she hoped he would see her love for him, but Zeph never did. To him, she remained a shoulder to cry on. Then one day, Zeph and Lyra broke up for real. Lyra transferred schools because of him. Aurelia played her role well this time and eventually, he saw that she loved him. He agreed to court her, but to him she was a distraction from his ex. A

he chuckled pointing at the direction of the office "Ice and sweet in the same sentence, that's impossible" "Just be open with and everything will be fine...but not too much" " That won't be necessary,I am leaving tomorrow " "You must be jumping with joy at that " "you have no idea" Seth said and left IM THE DUNGOENS Athena woke up with a bang on her head.Groaning she got up from the cold concrete floor and looking around. She realised that she was locked up in a cell and the smell was horrible. The first thing she thought about was her best friend Ella. She hoped that she was safe.

I raised my eyebrows and said shrugging my shoulders, “Fine! I won’t tell you my secret either.” Aurora shifted uncomfortably and said, “I have bound Tiara’s life to all four of us; Tyson, Aslan, Zarina, and me. She dies, we die. This way we can trust each other and Tiara will get a complete family…” “Whoah! I should have expected this from the Great Witch Queen.” I said with a mock bow. “Now tell me your secret quickly.” I opened my mouth to speak but I noticed a movement in distance. “Aurora, I will tell you when I meet you next time.”

“It’s a door too polite to knock when invited. Aetheria won’t drown you if you drink. The thirst that kills is learned.” The words trembled and held. Above, the seam widened until stars looked like teeth in a mouth too pretty for its work. Aetheria bled light without heat, truth without shame. I stood small, ash in my hair, unwilling to be anyone’s smaller. --- POV: Priestesses We ruined our robes and didn’t mind. “The bowl is broken,” Sister Rhene said. “Drink from your hands.” Light pooled and did not scald or sanctify. We were thirsty; that was all.

“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.”

They didn’t sound spoken, they felt remembered. “Aetherborn was the world of all magical creatures, the way Earth belongs to mankind. Its lands thrummed with living energy, its oceans glittered with molten light. The skies were home to dragons, and the seas whispered with spirits older than the moon. Here, every being, witch, fae, vampire, dragon, beast, or djinn was born of the same essence: Aether.” The scenery bloomed around her as the voice spoke.

Balanced. Aether. For the first time, the ancient presence did not manifest partially. The sky above the capital folded sideways in full view of thousands. Not violently. Cleanly. A vast vertical seam opened, revealing not light— Not darkness— But an endless expanse of shifting equilibrium. Aether stepped through completely. No disguise. No shifting face. Its form stabilized into something almost human, but carved from shifting stone and mist. The entire city felt it. Not judgment. Not heat. Weight.

“Three BlueCrest elders have already pledged loyalty.” “She nearly killed their Alpha,” Aether complained, his face turned sad seeing that the elders would support Ceryn in such a hurry. “Besides she’s also parading a traitor as her second-in-command.” “She’s dangerous,” I said. “And bold. She knows she’s provoking a war.” “Because she’s betting I won’t fight it,” Aether replied. I was confused and then I realized what he meant. He didn’t fear the upcoming war. He feared for me being part of it, he didn’t want me to get hurt