Citlali X Aether Novels & Stories

I immediately pressed the play button and carefully listened to the recorded conversation between the two of them. "Don't worry, Lucile. You did the right thing. You made the right decision to help me destroy Gwen Rivero from the people." Just by the voice, I knew it was Zia who was speaking. "The day the Aether is gone from Gwen, I will be able to return there again and I will take care of the artists she cares for more in popularity." "And don't worry. I won't be the only one to benefit from this. You have the potential to be… Uhm…" I heard small and gentle laughter. "Aether floor passer-"

Athena was a bit disappointed. She had expected to see Alex with these people but they weren't even the Alpha and the Luna! She made sure not to show her disappointment as she led them into the palace. They got to the hallway and the woman stopped and smiled at Athena. She was older. "We didn't get to introduce ourselves, your highness." She said, Her companion also stopped walking. Athena smiled. "Of course." "My name is Cecilia Vega and this is my husband, Daniel Vega. We are both the Alpha's special advisers, my husband being the Beta."

Perhaps one and a half times what the survivor had before, if the bond had been deep enough. The texts had never encountered Vaelor. The first sign came on the ninth morning. The citadel's head Aether-reader submitted her report to Draven before dawn, because she had made the practical decision that Draven was currently the most functional recipient of urgent information. The report was three pages long and could have been summarized in two sentences: the ambient Aether levels in the palace's eastern wing had increased by forty-three percent overnight, and three crystal formations in the antechamber outside the sovereign's quarters had spontaneously rearranged themselves, not randomly, but i

Her voice fell into low syllables that felt older than language; the earth around her hummed, the grasses flattening as a circle of pale light sewed itself into the ground. From that circle, the outer current rose not as warmth, but as a cold, absolute presence. It curved around her, patient and enormous, like a moon settling into the mouth of the world. Selene poured herself into it, every wound, every promise, every shard of rage. She did not bargain. She commanded. And then, with a sound like the breaking of a continent, the Aetherstar was born.

Aether’s voice sliced through the air. “She already made one. By choosing you once.” The guards flare up in anger. I could see Castillo’s wolf stirring in his eyes, glowing faintly. For a split second, I thought he might shift. But then Aether moved towards me, slow and steady. He didn’t touch me, but his presence felt like something more than a cover, like some sort of barrier. And I made my choice, I turned my back on Castillo --- That night, the moon rose a deep blood-red, putting everyone in utmost perplexity

Moments later, [Rina P.O.V] The corridors of Aetherion were no longer a gauntlet of whispers and sneers. Today, they felt like a runway. My black stiletto boots clicked against the polished stone with a rhythmic, predatory grace, each step punctuated by the sway of my high silver ponytail. Beside me, Dahlia was vibrating with enough energy to power a small city, her Ventus Yellow cape fluttering like a canary's wings.

I asked, pressing my lips together to hold back a laugh. Valen feigned a wounded expression. “You don’t have to sound so doubtful. The Cidron is a proud artifact. It just… has its preferences. And now that you’re the Aether, it’ll need you.” “Need me?” I echoed, uncertain whether to be flattered or nervous. “Let’s say it’s never truly worked for anyone,” he explained. “Only… harmonized. And you’re uniquely tied to Lyria’s magic, to me. If anyone can bring it into balance, it’s you.”

As his arms circled her, her aura turned white-hot, Saelari’s wings blazing gold behind Nalia’s form. Ben called out—“Chelsea!”—and Athena turned as he collided into her in a fierce embrace. They pressed their foreheads together, and her runes lit up her skin like constellations come alive. Collin arrived with his usual silence, standing beside Zethra like a sentinel reborn. His bloodied hand brushed her shoulder. “I see you,” he said. “All of you.” Zethra’s shadows lifted like veils around them, forming blades of ancient wrath, sharp enough to slice through time itself.

Balanced. Aether. For the first time, the ancient presence did not manifest partially. The sky above the capital folded sideways in full view of thousands. Not violently. Cleanly. A vast vertical seam opened, revealing not light— Not darkness— But an endless expanse of shifting equilibrium. Aether stepped through completely. No disguise. No shifting face. Its form stabilized into something almost human, but carved from shifting stone and mist. The entire city felt it. Not judgment. Not heat. Weight.

LILA I didn’t knock. Aethera was already waiting, her door ajar, smoke curling from a copper incense bowl near the window. The scent was sharp, a mix of wolfsbane and dried sage. A warning blend. A protective one. She didn’t rise when I entered. Just gestured with her fingers to the seat across from her. “Sit,” she said. “Before your silence finishes what your enemies started.” I sat. No need to explain. Aethera never needed explanations. She had seen too many rises and falls. Too many wolves turned to ghosts while still walking.