Capitano X Aether Novels & Stories

We fit each other perfectly, we were made for each other. "I, Atlas Andino--" His full lips parted, his incredibly light eyes hard and distant. "reject you Raelynn Tress, as my mate and Luna."

I firmly believed hoes over bros, but Xanthos was my husband, and his food should taste better than the others, even if it were the worst, right? Right. My mind reeled back to Raven's and the discussion in her room. She didn't know Giovanni’s true identity. I couldn't tell if she was being serious or not, but from the look on her face, she seemed oblivious. I couldn't tell who was even more oblivious, she or Xanthos, because the difference was glaring. Even though he didn't write on his forehead that he was a mafia capo, people who could see should know. The confidence he exuded, the dangerous aura that encircled him and his words.

I don't reply, but as I gasp for air I know he sees the horror in my gaze as I recognize him for exactly who he is. Aetremi Glaveheart, the previous captain of my brother's guard. One of the strongest air drakes to walk Luxandra, second only to my brother, Prince Segundus. "Oh good, you do recognize me. I was worried it had been too long," he pats my cheek. "That will make what comes next easier. You know what I'm capable of, and I, know exactly what you can do." He's right. There is no point fighting. At least not yet.

It was a weapon of pure digital energy, capable of disrupting the very fabric of the city’s reality. "The 'Titan’s Fury' was a test of physical power," Peony whispered, her hand brushing against the cold, obsidian surface of the Resonator. "The 'Aether’s Breath' will be a test of existence itself. Metro City will be the first to fall, and from its ashes, a new world will rise. A world where I am the only sovereign."

Catherine roared with her last ounce of strength, “Stop the 'God of War' Protocol! Our destination...Alcatraz! Coordinates, XXX, XXX!” The AI's voice was silent for a moment. “[...Coordinates confirmed. 'The Devourer's Throat.']” “[Warning: This area is the 'Eye of the Storm,' perpetually surrounded by Category 13 hurricanes. The 'Poseidon'...cannot force its way in.]” “Use it!” Jack abruptly raised the ancient coin Victor had given him, engraved with a wolf's head and runes, “Use this 'Raven'!” The AI's red warning light flashed even more intensely.

“Yo, noticed how our captain has been spending more time on his phone, smiling.” They whistled in agreement. My body tightened, my hands freezing. “Probably a new chick,” another said, “his girlfriend doesn’t make him smile this much.” Another inched closer to him. “So who’s the new chick?” Zane knitted his brows. While I? I kept my eyes on my blank screen. The omega on their team flicked his gaze upward. “Or who's the new guy?” Across from them, my spine locked, my heart thumping.

“Fresh prints! They went off toward the outlands.” “Follow it,” I ordered immediately. “Do not lose them.” Vance leaned in closer to me. “The outlands are dangerous, Alpha. Full of outcasts, rogues, and smugglers. If they took her there—” “Then we burn it down if we have to,” I cut him off. “Avery is mine, and no one or pack law will stop me from taking her back.” “Understood, Alpha.” Vance’s tone was grim but filled with the loyalty of a Gamma who knew his Alpha’s anger was justified.

He watched me for a long moment, those icy blue eyes studying my face like he was trying to figure me out. The silence stretched until it felt uncomfortable. Noah had stepped back into the kitchen, pretending he wasn’t listening, but I knew he could hear everything. “Alright,” Cole said finally. “There’s something I want you to look into. I have a feeling Damien Holt, that captain from Ridgeview, has a secret relationship with Marcus Vale.” I frowned. “Who’s Marcus Vale?”

“I’m not exactly a sports person.” “You will be after tonight. The energy is addictive. Hawthorne versus Westfield is always brutal—especially because of the captains. Brad Walker versus Sebastian Hale. Pure rivalry.” I raised an eyebrow. “Sebastian Hale?” “Captain of Westfield. Tall, insanely talented, and actually a decent guy from what I’ve heard not the cocky asshole type like Brad and his crew. The stands go wild whenever he’s on the ice. Total heartthrob material.” She winked. “You’ll see why.”

I staggered back, shaking. Lucian’s eyes flicked over my face, and something cruelly curious curled his lips. “There it is,” he murmured. “You do understand.” “Shut up,” I whispered, pressing a hand to my mouth. He reached out, offering the weapon. “Then do it.” “What?” “Finish it.” His voice was low, coaxing. “You said you’d get him out. Go on, free him — the easy way. Slice the rope… or the throat. Whichever you think he deserves.”