Dreams Of Aether Novels & Stories

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.

Then Ava occupied the chair by the desk, her almond shaped green eyes studied me with quiet intensity. I took a deep breath. My fingers twisted in my lap. "I need to tell y'all something." My voice came out barely above a whisper. "Something I have been hiding for a long time.” “And what's that Emma?” Ava asked me gently. “I… I have these fantasies. Submissive ones, though. You know, like where I'm the one submitting. I dream about giving up any form of control I have over myself. About being told what to do. About being used… shared even. It makes me feel alive in ways I cannot explain. I know it sounds strange but it’s true."

“Neither does Aetherion, your aura is like a virus as long as it's not registered.” “Aetherion, is the world beyond the portal.” Jae explained. “And right now, you need to get out of here before someone notices you, you could be killed or worse.” Sol finished. Jae grabbed my other arm. “She needs to see the Librarium. You’ll understand then. It’s where the Infinity tracks the registered and unregistered.” “No, she needs to leave.” His tone was cold. “He's right” I told Jae who seemed dismayed, I was too I really wanted to check out everything from records to journals.

My fingers clenched unconsciously as I turned the volume all the way up. "Fiance? What do kids know about love? Lyra Hawthorne and I haven't even seen each other for more than half a year. At best, she's just my parents' free live-in caretaker. She's obedient and easy to deal with." Someone teased him, "Damn, Ryder, you really are something. You even got the Hawthorne heiress to willingly play nanny." The voices paused for a few seconds. Then I heard Ryder give a mocking laugh. "Well, what can I say? She likes me that much."

"The broadcast is at forty percent capacity. It’s a 'Drowsiness' wave. It’s telling them that nothing matters except the screen in their hands." The Aether-Tech Hub rose out of the landscape like a monument to the future. A sprawling campus of glass and white steel, it was surrounded by manicured lawns and high-tech security gates. The "Aether-Tech" logo - a stylized eye interwoven with a circuit board - glowed with a soft, pulsing blue light. "Target in sight," Xander said, his voice calm and steady. "Evangeline, how are your levels?" "Steady," she replied, clutching her briefcase. "The 'Anomalous Chord' is quiet. It knows it’s home."

It had mentioned this word several times, describing the Aetherians as individuals chosen by divine entities to wield unique elemental powers that influenced the very balance of nature. “Legend tells of four primordial mages,” Professor Ealdwine continued, gesturing to the tapestry behind him. “They were the first Aetherians, chosen by the gods. Earth, Fire, Water, and Air were their domains. Each held a unique resonance with their element and could wield it with great mastery. They were guardians of balance, harmony, and the natural world. But over centuries, the purity of their lineage was lost, diluted as their descendants mingled with other species. Today, only a handful of true Aetheria

“If I knew, I would fix it. I can’t stop getting enough blood. I feel like a bus ran over me. Literally, I feel like I was hit by a bus. Those dreams were so real, so powerful, and I can’t shake them, Alex. I never, ever, have had anything feel like this before. I woke up a pool of sweat and took a shower once already. I feel like a wreck, and all I can do is think about Amber.” “Wow, Dom, that is crazy. I didn’t realize that. I don’t think I have ever heard you say anything about dreaming before.” “No, I hadn’t. I had this vision, which sucked a lot of energy from me. I then fell asleep, which just became a trap. I was stuck in a wonderfully, erotic, real, intense, and I don’t have the word

They were smaller targets, but no one could protect all of their soft spots at the same time, or even all the time. I even escaped facing Dmitri at night in my dreams. I’d stare up at the ceiling, trying to focus on the way that the Aether looked, how it felt around me and all those blinking stars. Eventually my lids would be too heavy to keep open and I’d find myself in the dark void, alone. Sometimes I’d walk through the inky blackness. Other times I’d sit or lie down and stare out at all the sets of eyes staring back at me.