Baal X Aether Novels & Stories

Stronger. “Your licentious desires have defiled who He made you to be,” Battle Axe said earlier, her hands clasped as she sat forward. Her elbows straddled what he suspected was his file, the cardboard bulging with the weight of his failures, his desires, his guilt. “Soul battled flesh,” she said, her finger tap, tap, tapping the ragged folder as she spoke. “And flesh won.” Miss Venti now sat at the foot of the door, her thighs open. An invitation, it was. The home, this place on Eidolon, fulfilling its earlier promise to bring him his heart’s desire. To answer his earlier hope. Gift him with the girl who lingered and left.

Eleya made herself clear. Matilda and Celeste thought about it as the two looked at each other, and as the two concluded, they faced the short grand angel. "We accept, only if you tell us everything you know," Celeste answered. Eleya then looked at her bird, Balisong as it moved it head around. The two stared at each other as Eleya heard whispers exclusively for herself from Balisong. She closed her eyes and thought about it as Matilda and Celeste watched.

"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.

My words came in a rush, breathless, as if speaking them fast enough might change the terrifying reality. Valen’s gaze softened, but the tension in his jaw remained. His silence only made the desperation claw harder at my chest. Caelora’s eyes flicked between the two of us, a faint frown creasing her brow. “It’s not that simple, Maerwynn. The Aether doesn’t just exist within you—it’s bonded to you. Removing it would be like tearing out a piece of your soul. It’s not a mere relic to be passed along like some heirloom.”

The waves cascaded down my back, perfectly managed, a stark contrast to the hollow, dead-eyed girl who had crawled out of that grave. I was just passing the western courtyard when the atmosphere shifted. The birds stopped singing. The wind died. Then, a sound like tearing silk ripped through the silence, followed by a roar that shook the very foundations of Aetherion Academy. From the top of the perimeter wall, a nightmare lunged. It was a Bao-Feng, a ruthless Eastern feline-beast the size of a carriage, its fur the color of dried blood and its eyes burning like twin furnace-vents. According to the side book of SOHH: "Where the Mythical Creatures Roam," this wasn't a forest creature; it was

It was a pretty tiring fight, so we tried catching our breaths while watching the creature melt to the ground. "What the fuck was that?" I said after catching my breath. Axel wiped the sweat on his brow and started cleaning his knife with a wet leaf. "I don't know. Might be one of Cupid's traps." "Traps?" "Yeah," he nodded his head. "Aren't you supposed to be the one who knows his story? Doesn't everyone know that it's quite hard to meet Alpha Cupid?"

“Galathea’s soul… i—it rest on Accashia’s core. Luntian… look closely — you, stand up from the floor!” Bathal turned his head to stare at his son’s direction. He could feel another pulse of his Aura forming. The surge of influence. The Alpha called for the others, the descendants. Awakening the sleeping beast if not already awoken, the Beta. And the workers, the Omega’s. Bathal’s eyes went wide, widening the span of his area dominance.

Alexander waves his hand in the air between them, his scent escalating until it feels as though the air is thick with humidity, as if the sky is about to crack open and start a downpour. "How could I have told you when this is what I've been afraid of all along?!" Alexander takes another step back, one of his palms coming up to cover his eyes, shielding Adom from the pool of agony swimming in them. The air is thick enough now that Adom feels it pushing on his shoulders from above, a weight so heavy that his body can barely move. Adom reaches his hand out and clasps onto Alexander, doing his best to stabilize the other alpha.

He hated the fact that he was uncontrollably drawn to a strange rogue. As he neared the Alpha’s chamber, he heard unsettling noises; wood breaking, glass shattering, amongst others. Beta Darian let himself in. Kael didn’t stop. He didn’t notice. Beta Darian took out a calming balm from his cupboard—a mixture used when Alpha wolves lost emotional control. He rubbed it slightly between his palms, letting its scent rise, then stepped closer to him quietly. Just as Kael raised his first again, Beta Darian gently rubbed the balm over his arms from behind.

Delia said in a sickly sweet voice, “you’re still insignificant. And a dirty little secret.” In a more serious voice she added, “And you would like to leave Kallista alone. You know what happens when you cross Jaxon.” Ethan sucked in a sharp breath, stepping back, his glare venomous. He then shot Kallista one last look before seething, “One day. One day.” And with that, he stormed off. Like a bratty child who'd been denied a second lollipop. Delia laughed as they watched him go. “That went well.”