Romans & histoires Ayaka X Aether

Looking at her through his eyes while she slept took my breath away. The usually soft ethereal glow was brighter, with tiny little orbs swirling through the air around her, her face completely at peace in a way I’d never seen before. While the sight entranced me, it worried Arkadi. ‘She’s in the Aether again,’ he growled. Feeling my confusion he explained, ‘She’s drawing in more celestial energy while she’s there, and not using it up is making her aura brighter. It’s going to start drawing unwanted attention soon if she keeps it up.’

I turned my head to her now remembering there were other people aside from me, Aziria and Azrael. “No. She’s not. It’s just a coincidence her name also starts with an A.” Aziria answered for her with a smile, looking at Aries like they were old friends. “Aries comes from a line of witches who have always been close to us. Even though she has separated from her coven, she remains true to our cause and has been a great ally.” My eyes widened at that bit of information. Aries was an ally to them. So that meant me to, right?

I now arrived at the point that I will do for Aera just to know that she was still alive, even if my desire for her to return to Triton will not be fulfilled as long as I know that she was still existing. “I will not be long. I promise I won't do something you guys would never do,” I assured them and let myself be guided by the guards toward a room. Perhaps, the respected office of the Alpha of Ether. When the guard motioned his hands inside, I acquiesced and found myself looking around the moment I stepped inside. At the end of the office, I saw Jared seating on his table with his fated mate, the Luna of Ether, Aena Alvarez, standing on his side.

“Another charity case.” “Leave her alone, Cora,” another girl spoke softly from behind me. She had kind eyes. “I’m Anya.” “Selene.” “Don’t mind her,” Anya said, nodding towards Cora. “She’s just pissed she’s not in the Alpha’s bed anymore.” The Alpha. Our Alpha. The one I was here to serve. “Is he… here?” I asked Anya that afternoon as we polished an endless stretch of gold staircase “Who, Alpha Kirion?” she laughed. “Gods, no.”

She looked defeated, vulnerable in a way that twisted something deep inside me. Throne didn't hesitate. His voice boomed through the chamber like a gust of wind. "Veyra! Let go of my daughter!" Veyra stood before her, cloaked in shadows, her eyes gleaming with malicious triumph. The Aetherheart shard—the ancient artifact pulsing with stolen power—glinted in her grasp. Around her, elemental guards materialized from the earth itself: hulking figures of rock and soil, their forms shifting and reforming, eyes glowing with unnatural green light. There were at least a dozen of them, lumbering forward with ground-shaking steps.

, Erica mumbled, slouching back in the seat. "Hm?" "He never told me the consequences of rejection", she said in a clipped tone. "I also found out that my power is Aether and not air", she added. "Aether?" Xavier repeated confusedly. "Yes. Apparently, I can fuse two elements together", she briefed as she glanced at Xavier who looked quite impressed. "And your aura detection?" Xavier queried making Erica chuckled. "Aura detection? Xavier, am I a machine?" Erica feigned a glare which was promptly ignored.

My brain needs her to laugh to function, I didn't know but I am a dead body just breathing without her. Maa embraced me and said in a heavy voice, " She ain't some weak woman of the time, she is powerful and can fight through every odds and still shine like the bright moon in the dark sky. She is no normal woman son, she is the better half of you, Crown prince Vikramaditya. She is as strong as the trident of lord Shiva and as willing as Lord Krishna himself. She must be waiting for you to come and bring her back home. She must not be losing her hope and keeping her faith in you, you too don't lose yours. Bring me, my daughter, back, Vikram." she too cried.

" Lascio il passato nel passato." "Daddy?" came the voice from the bed. "I'm scared. I'm seeing things.” Alex jumped up onto the bed, he reached over and grabbed Aya’s hand. “Lo sigillò con il potere di Dio.” Alex said aloud, initiating the ritual oath himself. He watched as the words intoxicated Aya before gently holding her head towards him. He then slipped one hand beneath her head and lifted it, forcing her teeth towards his hand. He repeated it a third time.

I lament almost in tears. My mother holds me by the arm and leads me to one of the sofas where we both sit on it and she gives me a critical look. "When you mindlinked me earlier about your sudden visit, I knew there was something. Talk to me honey, what's going on over there?" "Mum, it's Cassie. Cassie is trying to steal Elijah from me" "Who the hell is Cassie?" "Cassie, the Alpha of the West Wing Pack. She is Elijah's mate and she lives with us in the castle. She is trying to take Elijah away from me"

Carve out the heart of every member she loves. She's a werewolf, she can hear my thoughts. I hide nothing. “My name…” she whispers. Voice broken now. Small. “My name is Athena Denvers.” Athena. The name hits me strangely. Beautiful. Befitting. My chest tightens. A painful, inexplicable squeeze. Why? “I was Beta to Alpha Octavius.” Her voice cracks. “And we went to steal a healing vial from the health station that night.” There it is. She broke.