Citlali X Aether Novels & Stories

"The two hundred shifters in the Labyrinth? The thousands across the globe?" ​"They are 'Static'," Aethel said. "They must be cleared for the next trial." ​The Alpha’s Gambit ​Leo looked at his siblings. He saw the fear in Maya’s eyes, the cold calculation in Ren’s, and the raw fury in Kaelen’s. He realized that Aethel wasn't just a mother; she was a scientist. To her, the Earth was a Petri dish, and they were just the most successful bacteria. ​"I have a counter-offer," Leo said.

Thirty days ago I still believed my mother when she told me duty outweighed a mate bond, that the Adeyemi line was beneath a Cross Alpha, that Dara's blood — however sweet it had once tasted in stolen kisses behind the training yard, in the dark, where no one could see us being young and unguarded together — wasn't blood our pack could build a future on. "There's a cure." I said it as a demand, not a question, because I refused to let it be anything less. "There has to be a cure." The silence stretched long enough that my mother finally snapped, "Well? Speak, Elder." "The only cure," Mackenzie said quietly, "is the bond itself, willingly restored. She has to choose you back, Alpha. Not out o

I just wanted to understand things. "I'll see you later. You are dismissed." I said to Emily who bowed, still giving me those pitiful eyes. She exited my room, and I went to my bed. How could I have been searching for her so hard, only to discover she was in a neighbouring pack? That sounded so strange to me. I picked up my phone hastily, and typed frantically into my search box. *Alpha Tristan's Luna.* The search results came out in seconds. 'Athena Lockwood.'

Rideten, Present Time The aether weaved like water around Aislen’s legs, and yet did not wet her. She leaned down, sticking her fingers into what appeared to be liquid, but as she lifted her hand, it clung to her hand in strands like hair or cobweb which shimmered and seemed to squirm in her hands. She let them sift off her fingers back into the ocean and lifted her eyes, searching for any land. There was nothing in sight, the aether ocean blending into the faintly pink sky on the horizon in all directions. At least the aether wasn’t deep, she thought, only coming to mid-thigh. So far, at least – she didn’t entirely trust that she wouldn’t step off a ledge and end up swimming in it. Could a

Hunter slowly loosened the hold enough for him to breathe a little and be able to answer them. He couldn't wait to see her again. He would beg her for forgiveness. He'd do anything just to get her back. "I...I don't know but my father told me. Her...her mother was a witch of Royal blood. She has the power of seers, Alonso found out about her powers so he abducted her with the help of the evil witches who were against the royals. Cecilia tried to fight them but the evil witches were too many against her. She still fought and never did what Alpha Alonso wanted, she never revealed a single vision to him. In a rage, he raped her and impregnated her. She was just 19 and Alpha Alonso was 23 blinde

I barely managed to stagger into the nearest wall, using it for support as my knees buckled. “Alpha!” Bryon’s voice was a distant echo, concern laced in every syllable. He moved toward me, but I held up a trembling hand to stop him. “I’m fine,” I snarled through gritted teeth. My breaths came in ragged gasps as I fought for control, sweat beading on my forehead. 'This is our punishment from the moon goddess’ Rylen whimpered, his voice sounding desperate. ‘Go to her. We need her.’

She was my father’s witch and her mother was his father’s witch, so she’s like family. “I wish I could say the same and not feel like I’ve been left out of yet another important thing,” Camellia says with a heavy sigh. “I hope you’ll be able to help me.” Cecelia nods, her expression turning solemn as she sits beside Camellia on the sofa. “I’ll try my best to see what we’ve missed, Luna. If you could, please give me your hands, so we can get started.” Camellia extends her hands, and Cecelia takes them gently in hers, closing her eyes as she begins to murmur silent incantations. Her brow furrows in concentration, and every so often, she frowns deeper, causing a knot of worry to form in my stom

Just then, someone beside her gasped, breaking the silence. “The three lycan princes!” Suddenly, something shifted within Lydia, as if she had been expecting this moment. A voice in her mind, Circe, stirred to life. “MATE,” it exclaimed, resonating with a deep longing. The aroma intensified; it was a blend of hot coffee and honey. She recognized that the scent was coming from the man in front. Without thinking, she began to walk toward him, feeling the pull of her instincts. Circe hadn’t failed her; she felt drawn to hug him and plant kisses on his cheek. But before she could reach him, the prince walked past her and scooped up Thalia in his arms. Thalia giggled as he brought her down, his b

His presence was a sinkhole, swallowing the heat, the sound, and the fear in the room. "Eclipse at thirty percent," Helena reported from the sensor station. Her fingers flew across the holographic interface of the stolen cruiser, her face pale in the glow of the tactical map. "The ambient Aether levels are spiking. The celestial alignment is thinning the veil between the physical world and the magical currents." "It makes the air taste like metal," Vane grumbled, checking the load on his pistol for the tenth time. "And it makes my eye itch."