Ethereal Novels & Stories

Ethan wandered aimlessly toward the light. As he drew closer, the surroundings gradually became clearer. It was a serene garden, separate from the chaos of the Underworld. The vibrant flowers bloomed, releasing a fragrant aroma into the air. Pure white lotus flowers stood out across a crystal-clear pond, their petals gently swaying in the soft breeze. The sound of birds singing created an unusual sense of peace and calm.

As she focused her spirit, the air around her seemed to hum with energy, charged with unseen forces. Moments of silence stretched, heavy with anticipation, when suddenly a voice, as delicate as the wings of a butterfly, whispered through her consciousness—ethereal and layered with mystery. “Let the sleeping dog lie, Aria,” it urged, each word tinged with meaning and depth, echoing in her soul.

she answered me as she released my face and began to fiddle with the petal of a flower. “I don’t understand”. “This is the Ethereal Plane, my home. A mirror image of your own world. However, only myself, and those of my choosing, can visit. For a mortal, I suppose it would feel like a dream, but it is very real”. Okay. So, I’m in another world? What the flipping heck! This is totally insane. I can see it and I can feel it, I know it’s real and it’s happening, but still, I don’t think I can believe it. I have so many damn questions, but I don’t know where to start. I pinched the bridge of my nose, a headache was starting to form.

"And each time she finds you, the obsession grows stronger. She's had centuries to nurture her hatred, to plan her revenge." Louis leaned forward, his face pale in the firelight. "But why does she always find us? How does she know where to look?" "Some souls are bound together by powerful emotions," Mr Blake explained. "Love, hate, obsession, they create connections that transcend death. Margaret's obsession with Thomas has created a psychic link that draws her to him in every lifetime." The thought made my stomach churn. We were trapped in an endless cycle of pursuit and death, all because of one woman's delusional entitlement.

We were no longer walking on filaments of light; we were wading through a thick, silver-grey Static—a psychic white noise that tasted of copper and ozone, vibrating at a frequency specifically designed to interfere with the biological resonance of a mate-bond. "Keep your eyes on the glow of my marks, Eryx," I commanded, my voice sounding distant and tinny, as if I were speaking through a long, metallic pipe. My sunset-gold fire flickered dangerously, the edges of the flame turning a sickly, digital blue as the entropy field attempted to "re-index" my power.

Each of them broad-shouldered, their tall frames is sculpted into perfection. “This is Gloria” Sarah said to them. They introduced themselves to me. “Where is Jackson?” Sarah asked. “I am right here” a male figure said from behind as he walked majestically towards us. His slim waist tapering into long, legs that moves with the poised elegance of an apex predator. His face is a work of art, not just any art, but the masterpiece, with carved high cheekbones, a strong jawline and sensual lips, like a myth Greek god.

Wade's father died in the line of duty. At his funeral, Wade stood solemnly at the very front of the crowd. By the time I hurried back from out of town, there were only two spots left for the funeral procession. One was beside my husband of seven years, Wade, whom I had secretly married. The other was at the very back of the line. Naturally, I assumed the spot beside him had been left for me. But the moment I took a step forward, Wade walked right past me and nodded in the direction of my best friend standing behind me. "Helen, come here." The relatives around us began looking in our direction. Someone murmured, "Isn't that Wade's girlfriend? They look perfect together." Others began c

Winora's POV( few minutes before fenrir came) The first thing I felt was fire. It crawled through my veins, slow and deliberate like it wanted me to suffer. My body convulsed, back arching off the mattress, a scream trapped in my throat. Then light……It was Ethereal. The pain vanished as I opened my eyes while gazing at her. She stood at the foot of the bed, her skin shimmered like moonlight as Her eyes were like glowing moons. Above her head, a crescent moon hovered rotating slowly casting pale light across the room.

I was running in a world so dark; so cold A world which felt like a prison A world voided of meaning and comfort A world that ran parallel to Terra Australis I was running in a world so eerie; so mysterious A world whose floor is nothing but stone filled with water that got deeper with every step A world that will snatch you of calm and reason A world that reflected true silence I was running in a world so dark; so desolate A world that kept secrets A world that covered its true purpose beneath its aquatic sheets

Desert yells, I turn to see Acre whip past me to get to Sky whos silently crying, "Oi get away from her" Desert spits as Acre wraps his arms around Sky, but sky sends her a "Shut up" look and reaches up on tiptoes and presses her lips to Acres. In that moment time stood still but what really shocked us was the strength of their connection, as he held her in his arms tremors could be felt underfoot, "They are causing earthquakes," Desert said stunned making me chuckle at her cuteness "come on sweetcheeks, time to go".