Citlali X Aether Novels & Stories

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

She was the one the goddess had tied to me, ordained for me. Athena looked at me with spite in her eyes, such spite that seemed to push my heart down, further into the swirling abyss of depression fast spreading within me. “I’m sorry for Octavia, too. She’s reflecting on her actions. If you’d just…” “Alpha Jeremy…” she called, softly. “You can return. This time around, I will treat you right, and…” “Alpha Jeremy…” she called again, and the next time she spoke, it was like I was hit by thunder. “I want our mate bond severed.”

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

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

Thalia giggled as he brought her down, his breath filling the room as everyone watched in astonishment. “My mate,” Thalia echoed, and their lips collided, tasting each other as if the world had melted away. Lydia felt like her world was crumbling beneath her. How could her mate be Thalia? She clutched her heart, feeling that something was wrong—very wrong. This wasn't supposed to be; his scent was strong in front of Lydia. Circe woke up again. “Mate,” she called, and all eyes turned to her. Her dad looked at her questioningly.

I scoff, "What good use of their time would it be for them to come and witness my--" I stop as gasps from the rest of the people echo and overpower the room. I follow all their gazes towards the door. Four people emerge from the door wearing the finest and richest silk I have seen all my life. They have light platinum blonde hair, the lightest ocean blue eyes, and the lightest porcelain skin. Do Aetherians have these features adapting to their climate? Aether is a kingdom on the most elevated region on the entire continent. They only have winter as a climate in there. It is the coldest place and this should explain why they have these features.

Destiny can sure play dirty games at times. “Cassie!” I call and she jumps in fright. “Follow me” I instruct as I place the mic on the stand and that earns me confused glances from both mum and Ella. I’m going to explain everything to them later, I need to sort this out right here and now. “Alpha Elijah” Cassie calls with a tiny voice and I close my eyes and deeply inhale her very sweet Pheromone that only I can perceive. The mate bond is so strong that the decision I’m about to make right now causes my heart to bleed, but I have to do it.

Remembering Hilla, she placed the stool down and approached Mart, “where have you been?” Mart was confused at first. Ciandra leaned in and placed a gentle kiss on his forehead. “I hope I don’t kill you, too.” Ignoring the fire on his body, he thought Alpha Ciandra was being psychotic. He returned her to the bed and cared for her. Alpha Ciandra didn’t remove her eyes from him. How could she when her wolf and her mind were at war? How could she when she was cussing herself for ignoring the fact that, while she played the pregnant cleaner, the moon goddess was still playing her life?

I quietly said, trying not to disturb the portal with vibrations, but it was enough for him to hear, “the Culdranth.” Sharp intakes of breath were heard. I was sure that Pollies knows what this means as well. It's no surprise for her to know this. I glanced at them from behind, as my brain turned shift of what we should do. We can’t be caught in this situation. We can’t be, especially with Bellezza, a human, within our care— within my care. “This is bad,” Pollies exhaled, as we travel nearer the source of bright red light, “Alpha Daxel, what should we do?”