Baal X Aether Novels & Stories

The tree began to sprout out of the emptiness and shoot towards Rhaizen Gale as the mage pointed his palm towards him. “Quick, go for the child! The mage yelled to the alchemist who had joined him, "While he's preoccupied!" Rhaizen Gale was instantly thrown into a state of fear. He did not want anything bad to happen to Nelanian. He took a vial from his waist belt and yanked the stopper out. He hurled the vial towards the alchemist while avoiding the approaching tree.

It slithered through the cracks of the stone, coiling around my senses like a serpent. I descended the stairs, each step a scream in my chest. The basement used to be a place for storage—wine barrels, old furniture, boxes of dusty heirlooms. Now it was cloaked in shadows that didn’t belong. An altar had been carved into the stone, marked with glyphs I didn’t recognize. Candles flickered with a greenish hue, their flames unnaturally still. And then I saw him. Xander. He stood at the center of a summoning circle, his back to me, his arms raised. In one hand, he held something slick and crimson, and my breath seized.

I whimpered and gulped. He was really going to reject me! "I, Xander, the future... Alpha of the Red Moon, hereby re...ject you, Lena." I watched his breath change. His eyes fluttered constantly, as if he was forcing those words out. My eyes were filled with tears as my heart became so heavy, my teeth were clenched together to force back the loud sob about to escape my lips. His eyes fell on mine, and he looked away sharply. "I, Xander, the future Alpha of the Red Moon Pack, reject you, Lena, as my..." The knife fell off his shivering hand.

Alpha Nolan scoffed. "Yes. This is it. Now that Mark is dead. This is all you have. This small bag" Baldwin dipped his hand in and brought out a vial. "So, are you trying to sell it to me? I don't know you are a talented salesman" he teased him. "Sell to you? No. You worked hard on this for a reason. You can still get it if you need it" Baldwin assured him Alpha Nolan face glowed. He wanted the plague badly. This was the only thing that can reinstate him to what he used to be.

"C'mon, you know that's the truth. Let's be logical. Heyli doesn't even know what she's up against and even if the girls might be skilled, she's a loophole. But take a look at the magenta team. The more the radar is, the stronger they are. I saw them before they left and they're two boys and two girls who absolutely knows what they're doing," "May the winners win." Athena said. She didn't want to engage in that argument with Alex. "You know I'm right, don't you?" Alex said and snickered. Athena glared at him. "Fuck off." "Let's make a wager." Alex suggested. Sage wins and I do anything you want me to. Burgundy wins, you do anything I want you to. If none wins, we're even. "More like we're at

I frown and stop in my tracks. “What happened?” I ask when he comes closer. “Alpha Azriel has gone into a rut… but…” he begins in a low voice as if to keep this information from others. I nod jerkily. “I… am suddenly summoned by the alpha king, therefore, can you…?” James holds out a pill bottle. I know the contents inside it very well. These pills are made partly with chaste tree berry and wolfsbane, to dampen the libido and also weaken their strength. Alphas tend to get stronger during this period and if provoked they can commit crimes that they might not have intended.

the ancient voice wailed, but it was growing faint, dissipating under the gentle, relentless pressure of the origin it had betrayed. I couldn’t hold it much longer. The Aether was scouring me hollow. I felt Kaelen’s presence in the bond grow terrifyingly faint, the valve he was holding beginning to fail. The wellspring’s power began to flicker. It was now or never. With the last shred of my will, I shaped the Aether not into a weapon, but into a command. A foundational law, written in the language of creation itself. BE BOUND. The command was not for the dying echo. It was for the wellspring. For the font of Morvana’s power.

“Because Baelor isn’t just your problem—he’s a threat to everyone. Your mother has already freed him from the Underworld, and it might be quiet now, but he is just waiting for the right time to attack.” Which meant he was waiting for his vessel… Grandpa Aelius gazed at me for a while. “Have you studied the Veil?” I frowned, recognizing the word from a book I had once read while trying to find ways to stop Baelor. “It’s a realm used to lock away the powerful and the living who are a threat to the balance of nature,” I recalled. “Indeed,” Aelius nodded. “Someone like Baelor…you can’t kill him, but you can restrain him.”

“Kael’vyr nae’sharael nae’vyr. Thal’vyr nae’sharael nae’vyr. Vael’kyr nae’sharael nae’vyr.” (The Aether does not ask permission. It recognizes what is necessary. You fight because you fear what it demands.) “I will not bond with a human male,” I snarled. “I will find another way.” “Kael’vyr nae’sharael nae’vyr.” (There is no other way.) I turned to leave. Her voice followed me, soft and final. “Vael’kyr nae’sharael nae’vyr. Thal’vyr nae’sharael nae’vyr. Kael’vyr nae’sharael nae’vyr.”

“We need Thalassa contact and build a bridge between the Aether City and Atlantis. We will launch this Protocol.’ Kael smiled, that wild, untamed smile, that every time fascinated. “A walk through the jungle, a jump into the ocean and the healing of the The world,” he grumbled. “ Sounds after a good day for heirs of Ouroboros.”