Dreams Of Aether Novels & Stories

Tessa took his hand and pulled him down the hall. As he entered the room, he looked at Jennah and Dom and couldn’t help think that this scene started because of a dream. A note from Jacqueline Paige: I hope you enjoyed reading Dreams as much as I enjoyed writing it! My website is jacquelinepaige (dot) com; I love feedback.

Outside of Trayrock, Present Time Aislen knew it was a dream and not an ordinary one. This was one of THOSE dreams, which meant she needed to pay attention. She was not in the aether, and unlike many of the dreams before it, this dream wasn’t full of chaos, smoke, and bodies, that much was clear. She hoped it was another nice dream of the future, like the time she’d caught a glimpse of how the future might be with her mates. She needed another dream like that, she thought, and maybe that was why this one was so peaceful.

"They aren't even looking at us." "They aren't real, Kaelor. They’re loops. Pre-recorded ghosts." Aradaa pressed his palm against a nearby terminal. The screen flickered, then died in a hiss of violet sparks. His static aura had curdled into something denser—a void-field that swallowed data whole. "The Aether is trying to get in my head. It feels like... like needles made of ice." "Hold it together, Scholar. We’re close. I can smell the ozone and... baby powder?" Kaelor kicked open a pair of massive, translucent doors.

"Serena" He called again wanting to be sure that this wasn't one of those dreams he woke up with screams and sweats all over his body seeing her not moving or answering his calls, seeing her with those puff eyes with tears in it he just wants to console her even if it's a dream he wouldn't want to see her in tears not now and never. He began to move wanting to stand up so he could reach out to Serena. "Fuck this hospital and it's equipment"

Nazrene said, Tina scoffed impatiently at the unwanted question, but answered anyway, "Aether...is the fifth element, a bright, untainted atmosphere of the higher dimensions. Aer is the elements of reality...air, fire, earth, water...Look, can you just tell me what to do without all this... talking?" "Currently, you are Aether. You need to connect with Aer. It has gravitas, weight, it's what you need to wield to create a physical body of your own liking." Nazrene explained.

Through dream, they shaped the universe— not with will, but with balance. And so began the Age of Resonant Creation. Aetherion, Vareth, and a thousand other worlds existed in harmony—linked not by space or time, but by shared awareness. Creation was no longer a process. It was a dream made conscious. --- The Whisper of the Listener In the midst of that great harmony, the Dreamers began to hear something deeper—a soft whisper in the quiet between dreams. Not a command. Not a voice.

Joana was in a dream world thinking of Maxwell and how they would sleep on the same bed with him. Emma started feeling hot after taking two glasses of red wine.

She answered. “How come you don’t have a choice?” I asked her. “Mom got me into a scholarship there since she knew it’s my long-time dream to be in Paris.” She answered. “Where’s the Jaiden spirit?” Connor asked. “Think of it this way.” Connor said. “Remember the times you told us about how you dreamed of waking up there, finding your lover there, etc.” He added. “Take it as an opportunity.” “Connor’s right.” I agreed. “Who knows when you will achieve that dream.” I said. “Always remember that we’re here for you.”

I cried. My wolf howled inside me, no longer fearful but wild… ancient… awakening. Aetherion’s eyes sharpened. “It begins sooner than expected.” Theodore glared at him. “Fix this!” “I cannot,” Aetherion replied calmly. “This is her awakening.” The pain intensified. Memories flooded my mind memories that were not mine. Ancient warriors clad in silver armor. Dragons circling burning skies. A colossal figure chained by glowing runes. Aetherion. I screamed as the visions forced their way into my thoughts.

They didn’t sound spoken, they felt remembered. “Aetherborn was the world of all magical creatures, the way Earth belongs to mankind. Its lands thrummed with living energy, its oceans glittered with molten light. The skies were home to dragons, and the seas whispered with spirits older than the moon. Here, every being, witch, fae, vampire, dragon, beast, or djinn was born of the same essence: Aether.” The scenery bloomed around her as the voice spoke.