Dreams Of Aether Novels & Stories

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."

If it weren't for Jared who entered the bathroom right after Rachel left, I might not have escaped a dreadful situation. I shuddered at the thought of what could have happened. 'So, the loud banging on the door had been Jared. Even though he saved me, what did it really change? Dreams don't turn into reality,' I mused. After all, it might be another year before we see each other again. And even if we did, what would it mean for us? Nothing would change between us unless I became wealthy enough to support him. But that was just wishful thinking. I often fantasized about suddenly becoming rich and living an easy, carefree life.

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

That just broke my heart, I may saw it on a series once but I want to say Neneuis, I feel you. Aether snickered and drank water from his glass. “Yeah, but I’m going to leave differently now, I’m notifying you, I appreciate you going through depths finding me, but now, Neneuis, don’t find me, you’ll know where I’m going, I’ll send you reports just like we do when we were hunting,” Aether ended it with a chuckle then looked at me with his hands together on the table. “Harriet dear, I want to talk to you before I leave.”

“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.

POV EMMA BELLE The Vesper groaned as it hovered over the precipice of the Well. Below us, a column of white-violet energy roared upward, a fountain of unrefined Aether that served as the planet's nervous system. Aethelred stood on a platform of translucent glass that floated within the gale of light. His scythe was not made of metal; it was carved from a single shard of Aether-Glass, vibrating with a frequency that threatened to turn our ship into a cloud of atoms.

CHAPTER FOUR The dream world doesn’t have a specific name so we should give it a name. Fiture or perhaps we should call it……………. Apparently, we don’t build their houses by ourselves, it materializes out of thin air, don’t get confused on me now, we all dream of something whenever we sleep right? Then whatever you dream of can be granted by the grant-master in my world, that’s if it’s deemed useful. Your dream can also be used as a gateway for very powerful dreamers who wants to enter this realm.