Dreams Of Aether Novels & Stories

“She might still be herself. Or she might not. If the Hollowed has taken her completely… There may be no Melina left.” My throat tightened. “But if she’s still in there,” Elira added, “you’ll feel her. Somewhere.” Later that night, I found Aether sitting under the moonlight, sharpening his blade. He looked up when he saw me. “You’ve been quiet,” he said softly. I sat down next to him. “There’s something in this place… wearing masks. And I think it’s coming for me through the people I care about.” He took my hand. “Then we give it no place to hide.”

A familiar heat. A dream tug. My breath hitched. Damon felt the shift instantly. “Ivy?” “Someone’s calling me,” I whispered. “Not physically. In my dreams.” Elara frowned. “You haven’t dream-walked since before the battle.” “I know.” The tug became stronger. And then the tent vanished. Not physically but my mind fell into the dream realm so fast I didn’t have time to brace. The sky around me glowed faint silver, the color of the Moon Goddess’s breath. Mist curled under my feet. And in front of me, a small figure stood barefoot on the shimmering ground.

My chest rose and fell quickly, my skin burning with heat, my eyes glazed with exhaustion and shame. But even then, lying there in the dark, I couldn’t escape the thought of him. The fae. The golden-eyed stranger. The one who had already ruined me with just one night’s glimpse. And as I drifted into sleep, one thought clung to me like a curse. I would go back again.

And I had been foolish enough to feel guilty, desperate to cure his legs as if I owed him everything. The tears I shed now washed away the last fragments of attachment I had for him. This false marriage, carried on for five years, needed to end here. As I closed my eyes and finally let go, a cold mechanical voice rang through my mind. "Host, the system has detected a second mission failure. Do you wish to terminate it?"

"Oh," Eve said, her assumption now confirmed...although still shocking. "So, the only way to protect you before tonight's exorcism is to have you get the Lord's seed another way," Dylan said, trying not to smile. "You must retrieve it through Beth's vagina." "Really?" Eve said, shocked once again by her Dad's words. Dylan knew this wasn't logical, nor biologically feasible but he bet on his daughter's blind obedience. "Yes, honey, it's the only way. Plus, Beth has sacrificed herself greatly to protect you from yourself."

And yet, a deeper part of me whispered otherwise. I wasn’t like them—hadn’t been for as long as I could remember. I was an Aether, as the Cidron had said, something rare and strange, meant to touch realms most would never see. Not quite human, but not faerie either, stranded somewhere between worlds, a part of each but belonging to none.

"I understand that you're looking for answers, but it's important to remember that sometimes we don't have all the answers. It's okay to not know what's going on, and it's okay to feel confused and uncertain. It's also okay to take the time you need to process and heal.” I don't know what to do. Tears stream down my face as I tell my therapist about the dreams I've been having for months. In them, I'm transported to another world where I'm with a group of werewolves. Nikau, the alpha, is my mate, and we have this amazing connection. But now, I'm starting to question whether it's all just a dream. What if it's not real? What if Nikau and the pack are just figments of my imagination? The thera

The last sparks of the sunset had burned out to cinder, leaving a sky of deep, rich indigo like a bruise, cut by the sharp, icy edge of a billion stars. The Aether was a world unto its own, a tiny island of heat and light suspended on an infinite, dark ocean. The only sound was the timeless, gentle sigh of the water against the hull and the soft, measured beat of their breathing.

"Inside the lattice of the light, I found echoes. Not just energy signatures, but neural patterns. The Jade Isles aren't 'distilling' the sun, Elora. They are siphoning the collective consciousness of a race of beings made of light—the Aetherials. They trap them, compress them into cores, and burn their essence for fuel." A cold rage, sharper than any frost I had ever summoned, settled in my chest. "They are burning souls to stay warm." "And the Aether-Born children like Lyra?" Thane asked, his voice a low thunder as he joined us. "Are they connected to these beings?"

in frequencies that didn't exist in the known spectrum. Audrey stood at the "Aether-Helm," her hands deep within the sensory-well of the ship. She wasn't just steering a vessel; she was "Bracing" a reality. Beyond the membrane, she could see "Ghost-Flashes" of other worlds—universes where the "Great-Collection" had won, universes where the North had never frozen, and universes where life was made of "Liquid-Time" rather than matter. The pressure on the hull was immense, a "Conceptual-Weight" that tried to squeeze the Union back into a single, infinitesimal point of data.