Ethereal Txt Novels & Stories

Selena processed the load of words Ethan has just dumped in her lap while trying to decide what she should ask. Ethan glanced around and managed to stand, going over to the table. More than often, he would shove a hand through his blonde hair as if nervous. A fine tremor ran through his hand. Before Selena could speak, Ethan had ripped his shirt off. "I saw something unimaginable." "What do you mean?" "I think it's magic. Asmodeus let me know about it. I mean, I found out myself and for a split second I thought I was in another world."

Gem softly announced and Juan who was in the middle of sobbing stopped immediately and looked at Gem with sparkling eyes. “Tell me, is there a way to retrieve my elixir?” Gem smiled and responded, “yes, the elixir is still there but it is just going through some upgrade and it will be ready in twenty-four hours.” Hearing that Juan was sad now became cheerful, “that is good then. I can now digest the information freely. Help me look into the supernatural while I ponder the issue.” Gem nodded her head showing that she understood and disappeared. Juanita looked into the farm screen and saw that the elixir was being upgraded and she was at ease once more.

He's all I think about. [Flower language: Silent yet turbulent devotion, faithful unto death.] "Silent yet turbulent devotion, faithful unto death..." Ethan murmured the last flower language out loud, his voice shattered beyond recognition. The words felt like they were burning his throat. The notebook slipped from his trembling hands, falling onto the soil below. Pages fluttering open, exposed to the dirt. He suddenly covered his face with both hands, his body trembling violently beyond control. Shaking so hard he thought he might fall apart.

I had already stepped into the abyss, and now, there was no turning back. I felt like a moth drawn to a flame, knowing it would burn me but unable to resist the pull. “Nina,” I whispered, my voice trembling. The words echoed off the crumbling walls, swallowed by the shadows. “Are you here?” She materialized before me, her silhouette shimmering in the dim light. There was an ethereal beauty to her that both enchanted and terrified me. “I’m here, Elias,” she purred, her voice a silky caress that sent shivers down my spine. “I’ve been waiting for you.”

"Leaving so soon? But we haven't even served dessert. A special recipe, cherry tarts with almond cream. Lady Serenity's favourite, as I recall." I froze, my skin crawling at how she kept using my past name. Around us, students were watching with confused expressions, no doubt wondering why our history teacher seemed so fixated on us. "We'll be back for dessert," Thomas said smoothly. "Just need some fresh air first." We hurried from the dining hall, not stopping until we reached the terrace overlooking the gardens. The night air was cool against my flushed skin, stars scattered across the velvet sky like diamonds on black cloth. I took a deep breath, trying to steady my racing heart.

The rain had recently ceased, enveloping the city in a moist silence. Drops trickled down the window of Ethan’s penthouse like sluggish tears, mirroring the light from streetlamps and the distant buzz of late-night traffic. Within, the quietness shared by Ethan and Leena was far from hollow—it pulsed with something fragile, something that was on the verge of spilling over.

The second shattered the windshield of a delivery van. Another landed at the feet of the off-duty nurse. Its tiny body twitched once. Blood seeped from its eyes. She stared, unable to move. It was the same impossible shade. Almost black. As Manhattan descended into chaos, a single instruction appeared on a screen somewhere in the city. Find Dr. Naomi Sinclair.

--- And in that second— --- Something cracked. --- Something human. --- Something real. --- “You will,” he said softly. --- A pause. --- “Just not like before.” --- The difference— --- Was everything. --- The connection trembled. --- Fading. --- Slipping. --- Not breaking. --- But changing. --- Becoming something weaker. --- More distant. --- Harder to reach. --- Elena stepped forward instinctively. --- “No—” --- But it was already happening. --- Ethan’s form flickered.

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.