Ethereal Novels & Stories

Not just from the wounds, but from the sheer weight of betrayal. She closed her eyes, expecting oblivion. But then— A pull. A strange, almost celestial force tugging at her soul. The darkness gave way to a sea of stars, the moon glowing impossibly bright. Golden tendrils wrapped around her lifeless body, warmth spreading through her cold limbs. The last thing she felt was a deep, soothing hum, like the universe itself was whispering a secret meant only for her. And then—nothing. Seraphina gasped, jolting upright in bed.

~Eira The moment our eyes glowed and the world around us faded, I felt a pull—gentle yet insistent—drawing me into a realm beyond comprehension. When consciousness returned, I found myself standing beside Ryan in a place that defied wolf logic. The Celestial Realm stretched infinitely, bathed in hues of soft gold and shimmering silver. The sky above was a canvas of swirling stars, each pulsating with its own rhythm. Beneath our feet, the ground was composed of translucent crystal, reflecting the cosmos in a mesmerizing dance of light. Towering spires of luminescent stone reached towards the heavens, their surfaces etched with ever-shifting runes that whispered ancient secrets.

Chapter sixteen: A new dawn Late summer sunshine gilded the facade of Montrose Hall as Isabelle Montrose stepped into the grand gallery annex, her breath catching at the sight before her. Rows of mahogany easels displayed her charcoal and watercolor drawings—renderings of flickering embers, twisting serpents, interlaced keys, and the silver blue flame she and Alexander had kindled in Saint Brigid’s crypt. Each piece was accompanied by a brief inscription in flowing Latin and English, celebrating the Ember Circle’s rebirth in truth.

Warm and metallic, the taste of something internal giving way. My hands were pressed flat against the cracking crystal, but I couldn't feel them properly — couldn't feel much of anything properly, because my body was doing something bodies are not supposed to do. Coming apart. Not violently, not with pain that screamed, but with the slow, terrible inevitability of something being reclaimed. Blue Aether rising through my skin from the inside, scattering into the wind in shimmering fragments, piece by piece, the edges of me becoming light and then becoming nothing. And Vaelor.

Eric yelled in anger. "Fuckkk. Noahieee haaarrdd. Ohhhhh". Benjamin didn’t know when the mobile slipped off his hands but it wasn’t far enough that Eric couldn’t hear. "Ohhhhh fuckkk. Haaaaaa. Noah. ... Noah ". Benjamin was chanting his name as he cum hard into his mouth. On the other hand, Kane saw Eric getting flustered every passing moment. He was too shocked to even cut the call. He was just listening and gulping hard.

There was one final handwritten line beneath the unfinished notes. She read it once. Then her eyes widened. At the bottom of the page, beneath the description of the experimental gas, her father had written its name. THANOX.

One v e r n o n Catherine Jung is a girl that resembles all the beautiful words in perfectly woven poetry. Her raven hair cascades down her dainty collar bones like an evening in winter, a dark cloak atop snow-like porcelain skin, so bright and ever radiant that no blade would dare scratch it. Her eyes, don't sparkle like the stars nor they resemble galaxies. It mirrored a dark hole, an endless pit of mystery and darkness, far from any heavenly body. I’m never a fan of heavenly bodies anyway.

~Nyxie~ "Welcome to Ethereal." I stepped aside so everyone could see my home. There were collective gasps of awe and shocked whispers. The trees were many shades of vivid colors, with flowers that glistened with dew drops. Birds of pastel colors flew around; the grass was a bright green and deep blue at the same time. The sky was a beautiful orchid-blue color, the wind was gentle and felt like silk to the skin. Griffin families were grazing by the border of the nearby forest, a few dragon hatchlings were perched on boulders, sun bathing. A peryton scampered by, making a little whinnying sound. Tiny little jackalopes hopped by, just little balls of fluff with h

She warned me. I looked over for a place I could sit but to my luck there was none. Everyone had already been seated and I was the only one left. The teacher found my discomfort and spoke up..."Aiden can you please share your seat" the teacher said. I looked over to see who it was and as soon as my eyes landed on him I was knocked out of breath. He was absolutely perfect his Short coal black hair fell gracefully over his forehead, his sharp jaw and full lips complimenting more to his handsomeness. His orbs as blue as ocean as if i would drown any seconds watching them. His tanned body with perfectly sculptured abs and his shirt clinging to his body as a second skin. He was the defination of

Tears well up in my eyes again, that is all I feel like I am doing at the minute. We part ways and we get into our positions in the ritual circle. Scarlet takes a deep breath and starts to chant the words that will start the sacrifice. This time as she chants a light blue light starts to flow through the objects which connects them all together. While Scarlet is chanting the blue light then travels around her and up it goes it even makes her hair rise like the blue light is creating a breeze and it keeps travelling into the night sky.