Ethereal Souls Novels & Stories

Mate bonds do give that relentless power, like fanning the flame even brighter, even if you simply exchange glances with your mate. I was still staring at him when his amber eyes locked into mine. And a smile formed on his lips, my heart just skipped a beat just by his smile. "By the way, my name is Aeonix, but everyone calls me Nix," he introduced. His presence and scent made me feel at ease in ways that I never imagined. I smiled at him, shoulders relaxed and completely at ease with his company. "My name is Etheral, but you probably already know that."

Her back pressed and flowed with hundreds about her, and she swam in the complex surge of bodies, mostly her own folk pushing against many Romans and a few beasts. She felt every one of them die, though, like a finger jab to the back or gut. Her spells weren’t broken because of the rush of the war over her position. Every life, every soul, every damnation Weaver felt course into the mystic funnel she’d created in the ether-world. The souls and spirits that poured over her came to make her feel so full, like after a feast of venison and roots.

“Yeah, hi. Sorry to interrupt the council of doom, but I’ve been dying to ask what he is looking for? We’ve got theories, curses, bleeding rocks... but zero actual information.” The room fell quiet. I leaned forward. “It’s probably something like the Bloodmoon Witch’s heart. Some old artifact… or another strong witch that died years ago.” Aurora looked up from her beads, her expression unreadable. “No. He’s looking for Ethereal.” The name dropped into the room like ice water. Scarlet shifted beside me. “Who?” Aurora didn’t blink. “Ethereal. The first witch to ever walk these lands. Our kind came from her. She’s older than any coven, older than magic being written down. According to legend, s

(SOFIA QUISPE’S POINT OF VIEW) Sofia felt as if she were floating in the center of a sun. She could see the room, but she didn't see the gala guests; she saw their essences—little flickering sparks of grey and black rot. She saw Zilo’s soul, a twisted knot of silver and thorns, and she felt a sudden, crushing urge to reach out and snap it. The Ethereal Projection was a mantle she hadn't known she wore, a memory of a lineage that had once ruled the very stars the vampires hid from.

His heart that felt like being dried out by some sort of forces, and he would never allow anyone or any entities to erase some traces of his being! “Come out at once,” his gentle voice broke the silence of the night. One needs the enormous focus to realize what is wrong, but Eterfinite saw through everything. There's...a bit of death that slowly fades away in his heart. This aura of death...is once strong, yet how possible he able to surpass it?

Sable licked a stray drop of cum from Vespera’s thigh before kissing us both. Across the vast sanctum and the infinite blossoming realms, the Eternal Throng settled into a glowing, satisfied sea of bodies. Soft, lingering thrusts and gentle caresses continued everywhere a perpetual afterglow that would never fully cool. The Song sang on, richer and more joyful than ever, its melody now carrying the unique timbre of every voice that had joined the communion. From a single terrified soul cast into the flames of fear, through ninety-nine chapters of refining heat, to this—the Eternal Apex where all souls met in sacred, filthy, transformative union.

Kieran gulped as he carried on reading. “It does not walk, for it has no need; it does not breathe, as it has no use. It is here; it is there; therefore, it is everywhere. For you are damned, child; you can call it whatever you want, a king, a god or more. It is…” The cathedral darkened. Not with a shadow but with an absence. The constellations above blinked out, one by one, until only a single spiral remained, a burning gold against the void.

The world around me is bursting at the seams as I run faster than physically possible, and then I’m hit with an energy that feels like I have ten suns within me powering my body forward. When I spot her our eyes interlock with one another, and the world fades away leaving her and I surrounded by darkness. She’s radiating a warm light that’s almost healing, and her eyes are glowing silver with a storm swirling within them. The intensity of our mate bond has amplified so much that I can feel my universe shifting to solo revolve around this fiery woman.

-Because you are half of his soul, he would die for you, he would kill for you, you are the most special person in his life. She lowered her head and hid her face under her hair that was slipping out of her bun. -Surely he told you, but I repeat it. We are wolves but not like you. Our beasts are united to us in body and soul, what one feels is the feeling of the other. If his wolf loves you, Cristian loves you too. We are not human and although we have lived with them for years we still do not understand them- He took the woman's hand to get their attention- I do not say it as an alpha, I say it as a friend. Let him enter your barriers, things will be easier for you. Let him love you and be

Her cut and bruised hand tightened on the pen again and ploughed into the paper Dearest mortal you have become blind…blind to the fight that is constant around us, that creeps in the night while you sleep, that watches your every move…just so that when you trip and fall…your soul is on the line…easy for the taking. Don’t fall for his tricks… he fights over your soul dear human that Devil seeks to lure people away from God, his doing a mighty fine job. And you’re letting it happen. Have you ever wondered how some mere humans are so poor and unheard of, then extremely rich in a matter of seconds? This person has obviously offered his or her soul in exchange for diabolical favours. Of cours