Citlali X Aether Novels & Stories

“An aether dragon. Speak your name human, I can sense the presence of your guardians.” “I am Manolya Kara,” I answered cautiously. “And my companions are Aziz and Pareia.” “Little human, are you ready to fight then?” The dragon’s voice echoed directly inside my head, etching its heavy words inside my heart. I could feel the immense weight of him, the raw, ancient power vibrating through the air, and I nodded, keeping my voice as steady as possible as I answered, “I am ready.” With a deep inhale, Atherius breathed in a massive stream of aether energy from the crisp mountain air, completely filling its lungs.

One of the men, driven by a blind rage, thrust a rod into Azazel's stomach, causing Athena to gasp in horror. Athena's heart froze as her mind raced with the worst possible outcomes. Suddenly, a gunshot shattered the silence, and both Azazel and Athena crumpled to the floor. Ethan and Tristan burst into the room. "Cissy is in the other room," Athena managed to choke out, her words strained. Azazel struggled to catch his breath, gasping for air. Tristan hurried to retrieve Cissy while Ethan pursued Hans's men, firing his weapon in an attempt to stop them. Unfortunately, they managed to escape, slipping away from Ethan's pursuit.

Celestine The towering stained-glass windows, depicting the Moon Goddess in all her divine cruelty, cast fragmented rays of light across the polished marble floor. “Do you, Alpha Killian Storm, take Celestine St. Vireaux as your wife?” The first time I felt Killian Storm, I was seventeen. The mate bond settled into my bones like a promise. A pull so deep, so unshakable, I thought the Moon Goddess herself had reached into my chest and tied me to him.

‎The courtyard was bathed in the eerie glow of the blood moon, its crimson light spilling over the stone walls, painting everything in shades of rust and shadow. The air was thick, heavy with the scent of pine and iron, and a restless energy hummed through the pack, their eyes glinting as they gathered in a tight circle. I stood beside Rex, my hand still warm from his grip, my heart steady despite the weight of Sage Elara’s words: *Salvation or ruin.* The prophecy hung over me, a blade waiting to fall, but I wasn’t the girl who cowered anymore. I was Lycan, a mother, a warrior, and tonight, I’d prove it.

In Aetherium, life was chill. No body, no limits—just me, finally free. Time didn't matter here. No pain, no lies. Just calm. But lately, something gross kept tugging at me from the mortal world. It stank of obsession and fake guilt, like a greasy snake trying to wrap around my soul and wreck everything. I wanted to slice it away like dead weight. Then The High One showed up. "That pull's from a dark ritual. An Aster descendant's offering their life and soul to you—trying to drag you back in with chains made of shadow."

Vyrn’s shattered plains tremble, their cracked crystal surfaces splintering under a sky torn by rifts, void-shadows pulsing like veins, starlight flickering in their wake. I am Aelys, mortal and fraying, my lunar mark a ghost of a scar, my eyes stinging from void-dust, my silvered hair matted against my neck, Lena’s spark a faltering pulse in my chest. My blade, etched with Elara’s runes, weighs heavy, its steel warm from my grip as I lead Kalia and the group—Cassia, Renn, Maddox, Sylvara, Lysara, Theryn, Zorath, Valthor, Lirien, Kael—toward the rift-core, a void-altar looming ahead, its obsidian spires radiating a hymn that claws at my bones, the Veil’s thread unraveling with each pulse. Ka

Korrin I should leave my mate alone. Sit on the floor and keep guard for these creatures they call vampires, but the mate bond is making my face strain. Everything inside of me begs me to be close. Not just beside, but in her bed and holding her like she is mine. Zareth are very physical beings. It comes from being part feline creatures. “No…not the chocolate…” Sienna mumbles in her sleep, and heat floods my veins when she kicks away her blanket.

“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.”

"Two rebirth souls together can amplify their power exponentially. That is why they separated us from Zack—he would complete the triad. Alpha, Luna, and Catalyst. The three forces of creation itself." "They will never let us reunite," I said, despair creeping in. "They will try to stop us." Drake's ice-blue eyes blazed with determination. "But they do not understand what we are. Death could not hold us before. Torture cannot break us now. And when we finally reunite with your mate..." The cell door crashed open. Guards poured in, shock rods crackling. "Separate them!" the scholar shouted from the corridor. "The resonance is too strong! They are feeding off each other's power!"

He embodied his element to the fullest, even in the iciest of winter. “You’re both opposites, but you work well together.” Alette noted, watching Atlas and I until I nearly shivered at her lingering stare. I wanted to ask why she seemed almost wistful when she looked at Atlas and I, but I wasn’t sure I had the courage. “Fire calls to you more than the others, and water calls to him.” “Aralia will try and separate the two of you.” Adelina warned, “She knows you’re both vulnerable without the other, especially since your bond isn’t complete.”