Ao3 Aether Novels & Stories

It should have been beautiful. In the original novel, the Aetherion wells were moon-touched, pure, the source of healing waters that students wrote poetry about and lovers swore vows beside. Now the water was black, not the black of shadow but the black of infection, moving with a sluggishness that suggested viscosity rather than current. Where it lapped against the stone, it left a residue that gleamed like oil and smelled like cold iron. Frost crusted the edges of the reservoir, spreading in fractal patterns that had no business existing this far beneath the earth in early autumn.

"But I have thought about everything. And I’ve thought about letting you down—again. And it hurts so much to even think about." I looked away, feeling tears press behind my eyes. "Then don’t do it." "I have to. I am the Aether. I need to feel it." "Then don’t be the Aether!" I snapped. "Just be Maerwynn!" I said, a tear rolling down my cheek. A cool breeze swept across my shoulder, and a soft hand pressed to my cheek in the blink of an eye. Caelora stepped back quickly. I blinked, watching as a tiny ball of water danced between her fingers. Then she tucked it away in a shimmering horn-shaped vial.

At the center of it all, Aeron was fading. He didn't fall to the ground; he seemed to be leaking into the atmosphere. His edges were blurred, a smudge of violet and silver light that was slowly being pulled toward the great Great Oak and the ley-lines of the valley. To open the Aether-Bridge to an entire army, he had spent the very currency of his physical existence. "Aeron!" Ariyah’s voice was a jagged shard of ice. She reached for him, but her hands passed through his shoulder as if he were made of smoke. "No. No, I will not lose you again!"

We get to our room, and I slump on the bed while Blaze takes a shower. I remember the last part from the book. The part I didn't read aloud. I didn't want them to know about what could happen. I grab the book and reread it. There should be something else. As much as the Aether is a gift from God, it is also a curse. The Aether herself will be more powerful than the Gods. But she will suffer a significant loss. A loss that will eventually kill her.

Aimee answers sheepishly as a shy smile forms on her lips. "If that is what Her Highness wishes," Airel responds as she curtsies at her. Aimee has managed to get used to being called with such respect. Although she wasn't comfortable at first given the time, she spent getting disrespected at the academy and being bullied by the students there. Although, every time she tried to recall the events that happened on Earth, she will only find herself blankly staring in front of her... unable to recall any clear memories. "Aether is the name of the Goddess of Wind. There is a saying that some of the Wind clan members descended directly from the Goddess herself. But no one has managed to prove that

Ardolf's fingers intertwined with Athena's, a gesture that spoke volumes without the need for words. "Athena," Ardolf's voice was a soft murmur, "we've faced trials that few could comprehend. But we've also forged a path of unity and hope for Esteros." Athena's lips curved into a serene smile, her gaze reflecting the peace that had settled within her. "Yes, Ardolf. Our journey has been arduous, but together, we've shaped a future that Esteros deserves." Ardolf turned to face her fully, his amber eyes holding a warmth that had grown with time. "Athena, you've been my partner, my confidante, and my strength throughout all of this. I can't imagine a future without you by my side."

The only difference is she couldn’t identify which stars were brightest, the stars he showed her or the stars in the sky above the world so high, hiding under the cloud cover. “You clench around me so well, darling. So fucking well,” he gently kissed her neck, “my bright possession,” he rubbed her clit, pooling the wetness that her vagina just oozed. He turned her around in one go and put those fingers in his mouth, looking into her tired eyes while he was still inside her. Athena peeked into his green eyes, her mind doing to back to a situation in her childhood. “Theia,” Iris yelled at her daughter.

Athena POV My head felt heavy but I felt better than when it was lighter than normal especially after seeing headless people including Mateo, I honestly didn't know what to feel. Those images of blood and intestines on the ground kept visualizing themselves in my head. I had no food in my system to throw up anymore, I was so tired. Rubbing my sore forehead, I opened my eyes to see a gorgeous being staring at me. I blinked rapidly and looked at my back to see if he was really looking at me but of course, there was no one behind me but the bed board.

Athena's POV I fought the urge to give in to my wolf. Left to her, she would have wrapped her hands around her mate and never let him go. I was proving stubborn fighting my conflicting emotions. I tried to deny what I felt. The vibration in his voice as he spoke so close to me felt like I was floating in space. The texture of his palms over my waist set my whole nerves on fire. I never knew the mate bond was that powerful. I couldn’t utter a word. His scent choked my breath in a good way. I loved it. I didn’t want it to stop. I wanted the moment to last forever. He leaned forward as though he wanted to steal a kiss. My heart pounded as he drew closer, his breath had mixed with mine and the o

"Revenge, my dear. Pure, unadulterated revenge. Seraphina wronged me long before she ever crossed your path." Orion frowned. "But what makes you think she won't double-cross you? She's known for her cunning and deceit." Malachi's voice grew cold, "Because this time, I have something she desperately wants." He extended his hand, revealing a small, shimmering vial filled with a liquid that seemed to pulse with life. "The Essence of Aether." Liora gasped. The Essence of Aether was a legend — a potion rumored to amplify a person's powers tenfold.