Ethereal Themes Novels & Stories

I asked afraid “haha! no no. Ether is a world of beginning for Primes. We Etherians know all about the Primes. Hence, Ether is a world where new Primes learn how to utilize the grace of infinity. Because we are a much stronger existence, we help our prime variants rather than take over them.” it said. Basically Ether is a huge ass tutorial.

~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 horns. They were shades of brown

The protective light on the rune weakened under the corrosion of Andrius’ wolf blood until it finally disappeared. Andrius waved his hand, and when he pulled the rune into his hand, he was instantly shocked to find it was a cultivation method. The method's name was the Ethereal Arts, and it had three stages—the Body Refinement, Energy Refinement, and Soul Refinement. It was a method that could be cultivated from scratch and to the Divine Realm. However, one could not start cultivating it from the midway point. It had to be cultivated from the start or not at all.

“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.

Chapter 7: The Invisible Threads The ethereal realm of fate seemed to tighten its grip, weaving an intricate web that drew Adrian and Seraphina inexorably closer with each passing moment. Despite their best efforts to maintain a distance, the mysterious pull between them intensified, its invisible threads weaving a tapestry of destiny that neither could fully comprehend nor resist.

Selene’s violet glow illuminated the plaza, her spectral form serene, her wisdom a steady guide. Lucas leaned against a stone pillar, his grin wide, his trust an unshakable anchor. Bryan’s glow pulsed brightly, his hope a vibrant thread weaving through the air, binding the village. The weavers’ threads, Sereth, Verath, Vorath, Sylvara, Caleth, Elyra, Aethra, Null, Auris, Veridias, Omnis, Nihil, Eternis, Liora, Verith, Vynia, hummed in the nexus, their voices a soft song: “You are our eternity.” Her mother’s spark within her glowed, its final whisper: “You’ve woven forever, Jessica.” The nexus star’s light pulsed, a call to rest, their mission complete, their love the heart of all creation.

“Then we create opportunities. ETHEREAL is expanding fast. Fast expansion means mistakes. We’ll be there when those mistakes happen. Ready to exploit them.” “What about Serena personally? Any vulnerabilities there?”

That was why he had f*cked me from the back that day. He also liked to play with aphrodisiacs and scents. “Come with me.” I walked, without indulging him in the eye, down a small flight of steps leading to some rooms and opened the door to one of the vacant rooms. I easily told which one was vacant as there was no sound coming from it, nor was it locked. When I opened the door, the first thing that I noticed was how dark and red it was. It reminded me of Lenard’s prison. My chest tightened.

That part of them piqued my interest for some time. But one day… I suddenly got bored of everything. ━━━━━━ ◦ ◦ ━━━━━━ THE night was young. I was immersed in carving another mark on my tree. A bunch of new souls just arrived and all of them were giving off such positive glows. A soul in its original form would look like a ball of lights the size of a droplet that would emit a very bright glow. Their white glow represented their purity. These glows would faint as they grew old. Some would change colors throughout their lifetime. Those who saw the beauty of the world had bright colored souls, and those who were exposed to the ugly side had faint colors of gray. Those who lived a chaotic life a