Ethereal Novels & Stories

Cherish the moments' Katherine Flynn wiped her eyes, "Make sure you don't bring up the past". When she came outside Katherine Flynn bumped into someone and lost her balance. Before her butt could touch the floor, someone caught her in arms.

Too many responsibilities. Tea looked up at the scorching sun, squinting to look at the clouds. She listened to the birdsong that charmingly danced against her eardrums. She wiped the sweat off her perspiring forehead then rubbed it on her dirty, muddy vest which covered only her chest. She walked towards the corner of the still dirty floor and left the broom there, already weary from her hard work. The half-finished roof sheltered her from the heat and brought with it a refreshing coolness that satiated her body’s rising temperature. Her bright green eyes fluttered before coming to a stop at the curve of her cheek. And sleep came like a hunter closing on its prey. She dreamed. And when her

“Here is a little promise. When I reach the right age, I will come find you. Let this dandelion be the symbol of my promise.” He then blew the dandelion making it’s white petals flow in the air as they became one with the sky. As he was focused on the dandelions flying in the sky, I looked at him and started to admire his image. His tousled brown hair, his strikingly green eyes and the smile that never fades. Without noticing words started to slip from my very mouth. “I could watch you everyday.” A voice said. It took me seconds to realize that the voice belonged to me. Gavin turned his head to face me, his face full of surprise and confusion.

It was a butterfly. I blinked twice in amusement and slowly reached out, only for it to fly over a potted hydrangea in the corner. I contented myself with watching from afar. It flapped its majestic wings elegantly— black etched with purple dots and an intricate pattern on the sides. Somewhere on the internet, someone pointed out that butterflies cannot actually see their wings. I wonder if it was actually true and what a shame that would be. To be so beautiful and yet so painfully unaware.

“Very correct. We're going to the Ethereal Hall today for our combat lessons. “For those of you unfamiliar with the phrase, an Ethereal Hall is a virtual world created by the Arerat Planet, and could be used everywhere and anywhere. It's charged into existence by the mind, and is a world where even death can take place but without causing any significant harm to you. It's the most fitting for establishing a firm foundation in your combat trainings!” One of the girls, Ruby, quickly asked, “What's a virtual world?”

I almost dropped my now empty glass. She had beautiful, flowing light brown to dirty blonde hair in small curls and ringlets pinned up on the top of her head and cascading down to frame her face. Her dress was classy. It appeared like it was falling off her shoulders and was an off-white color with a sheer see-through silk layer on top of the main material. There were sequins and cherry blossoms on the dress that added to the elegant design and it was cut in the shape of a V right at her chest, making her flaunt her large goddess-given tits. ‘MATE! MATE! MATE!’ Eros begins howling in my head.

I say again as I press the numbers on the keypad. As soon as I place the last digit, I hear a click and I turn around. A part of the wall near the TV has protruded and it now looks like a door. I rush off the bed and I hurriedly make my way into the opened wall that looks like a door. As soon as I enter, I hear a strange deep voice. “She’s in here!”

Alex stood up, straightening her spine, walking tall, and started the steps of the Atomic Toilet. Once she reached the surface, she stood looking up at the near dawn sky. Alex needed to decide which way to go. Where would Jack go? She closed her eyes and remembered their conversation about the Link. Alex never really felt it, except when they touched. Could she really feel it when they were apart? The wind blew, picking up strength. It pulled her braid up over her shoulder. No, that was wind, not the Link. She searched deep down for that feeling. She didn't feel it. No burning feeling. No wanting. Only anger.

"Your powers define you Azura. They are connected to your emotions, anger, sad, happiness. Your emotions can control your power. You just need to learn how to keep them at Bay." Wow, okay. Can someone wake me up from this nightmare already?. What's with all these talks about powers? "I know this must all sound strange to you. But you will understand everything soon." "I don't even know what to call you. I mean from your voice, I know you are female. But a female what exactly? Who are you and what's your name?" Maybe we could start there. "My name is Lily. I am your spirit guide and I'm so happy to find out you are alive little princess. We all thought you were dead"

But there was something particularly erotic about playing with Yes, he had had a lot of sex. But there was something particularly erotic about playing with Theresa in the dark plane. What is more... “It's not just about sex. And it all. The silly wedding dresses, the way you talk to yourself, those billabong eyes... "These what?" Theresa interrupted. "Did you say billabong eyes?" - Yes. They make me think of a pool of blue water reflecting off the red cliffs. that hang over it, the green leaves of the gum trees rustling in a breeze.