Dreams Of Aether Novels & Stories

This one felt intentional. As they reached the western tower, they saw a figure standing at its base—tall, with skin like marble, eyes like blue fire. He wore armor made of starlight, and in his hand, he held a sword that glowed with cold energy. He was one of them. One of the trapped gods. “I am Aether, the God of Stars,” he said, his voice like wind through space. “I have broken free. And I am here to free the rest.”

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 watched her lay down again and closed her eyes. I sighed, looking around again before laying back down. "Its just a dream" I murmured before closing my eyes. .

How could he miss her when Alethia had assumed the core part of his mind? What scared him about going back inside was that he'd have to sleep for the night--as nature demands after all--but he's been having dreams about Alethia constantly these past few days. And while whatever that transpired in his dream seemed safe, because it was a dream after all, Ethan was starting to feel the effect, like the dreams were pushing for reality and he was starting to lose hold of the shield he'd intentionally welded between both.

His face was a mirror, reflecting the devastation of the city around them. "I can get you there," Julian’s voice resonated, though his form was visibly thinning. "But I cannot go with you. I am a creature of the 'Ground.' The Aether is pure data—pure spirit. To enter it, you must leave the biology behind." "Explain," Alexander demanded, moving to Elena’s side, his hand gripping her shoulder as if to keep her from floating away.

"Why wouldn't we be here, little one?" "Because we met!" she cried out, her voice cracking with a sudden, overwhelming confusion. She looked around at the familiar silver trees. "The stories say the dream-link is just a beacon to help fated mates find each other in the real world. Once they touch in the waking world, the dreams are supposed to stop. The magic is supposed to fade because reality takes over. Why are we still in the mist?" Before Kieran could open his mouth to answer, a soft, ethereal voice drifted through the silver air, echoing directly inside the quiet spaces of Rosemary's mind like a gentle, maternal breeze.

, I said sitting on the cold grass and close my eyes for a moment ,feeling the soft wind brushing my hair lightly. And suddenly it happens ,again that golden hues flash in front of me making me open my eyes. I turn my head slowly to look at him . He is also sitting beside me with his knee bent and his hand circling around his legs , his bangs are falling on his head slightly covering his eyes too. Like a lost child he is staring at the sky full of stars. "Can you believe if I say that the person I see in my dreams comes in real life", I said in a whisper.

Previously on Virtual dream.... Unknown fan: (Evil smile) Author:ᕙ(⇀‸↼‶)ᕗ..... Looking at what seemed to be a large glowing coin in Max's hand, Lucifer scanned it and the results made him rub his eyes seeing its description. A.I is OP (unique item)

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.

Yet here stood Elyra, everything I was not, and Draven could not bring himself to dismiss her outright. As I watched them, something darker caught my attention. While Elyra spoke and held Draven’s focus, her other hand hovered subtly near Aether, a faint thread of dark energy pulsing from her fingertips into my son’s small body. It was so slight I almost missed it, but I felt it through our connection, a slow draining that made Aether stir restlessly against me. She was taking something from him even now, siphoning tiny sparks of his hybrid power while pretending to admire him. Rage surged through my exhaustion, hot and protective, cutting through the insecurity like a blade.