Fairy Tail Etherion Novels & Stories

Zeus had been young and a play boy then, so ofcourse he didn't look serious and no one except my cousins and I took him seriously. I had compensated zeus with the northern region, and he's turned it into a fortress. Ethos knows he cannot win a fight with Zeus. It’s just not possible. Zeus is a hybrid Lycan Vampire, with the pure bloodline of the first vampire family. Only a pure blooded Lygion can truly take him on. "Shut the fuck up Ethos." Nathan thundered and the air around us suddenly turned chilly. It was like the cold air was about to thaw.

Ethan has dark locks with just a hint of a natural curl while his eyes copy his mother's eyes, olive almost frosted with a deep honey color. Katie shook her head away from her thoughts of Ethan just in time for her friend to ask, "How do I look?" Katie immediately replied, "Beautiful! Whoever is lucky enough to be your mate should spend all of his days and nights thanking the Goddess for the gift she has shared with him." A slow blush crawled across Emma's face as Katie's words meant the world to her. As she embraced her friend she said, "I hope I'm right about you and Ethan. You know I always think of you as a sister. Your mate bond would make it official."

"Your jealousy almost cost me my only true heir. Lilith is in critical condition. She needs a Luna's vitality to stabilize her." I stared at him, stunned. "You want me to..." "Yes," he said without hesitation. "You will heal her. You will give her your life force." "That could kill me!" I gasped. "It won't kill you," he purred, a low, cruel sound. "It will just leave you... empty. Besides, you owe me this pain. It’s only fair. Otherwise, Lydia's life…" A threat. A naked threat. "Ethan, are you even human?" I asked, my voice trembling.

As they approached the sacred grounds, the air seemed to hum with a palpable energy—an anticipation of the discussions that would shape the future of their kind. The entrance to the elders' sanctum loomed before them, adorned with intricate carvings that told the tales of generations past. Seraphina, her scarlet eyes glinting with a mix of reverence and determination, led the way. Adrian, his werewolf features a testament to the unity forged in recent battles, followed closely, while the hybrid child walked beside them, a living symbol of the prophecies that had unfolded.

Her wolf screamed—no, howled—loud and uncontrollable in her head. Mate. Her knees buckled. The bond roared like wildfire through her blood, clawing at her skin, destroying every shield she had so carefully built. Her heart stuttered violently. Her lungs refused to function. Darian’s eyes widened. A flicker. Then fire. Rage. His gaze locked on hers—burning, searing, possessive. And then Kaelion spoke, oblivious to the tension. “Your Highness, Alpha King Darian Rhys Draven,” Kaelion said with a bow. “Welcome to Bloodfang. Allow me to introduce my Luna to be—Seraphina.”

He gave his clan some and took the rest as he went into seclusion to cultivate for two weeks. In his chambers, Caleb stared at the Coffin of the Gods as it hovered before him, his eyes ablaze. "Hey, Coffin—reaching the Ether Lord depends entirely on you now!" Having reached Ether rank nine, he murmured, "I have more than ten mil, but I wonder if that's enough!" With a wave of his hand, the spirit stones in the dimensional ring rained into the coffin like flowing water.

"It is bound in the power of Ether. Forged in the heavenly fire, that's why Serra can carry it at ease" They all looked ta Sisi. The sun above shone brightly making her eyes looked like the sea shore, Mira's looked like the sky above, blue and dreamy. Sisi gave them all a smile "Anyways," she said, holding out her hands. "Do you want to see the Ether?" Sisi sounded excited to Serra's ears. "You can do that?" Rena asked in disbelief. "You can take us there?" "Nope" Sisi chuckled. "Just take my hand".

Elira turned her body towards Kaelric. “You didn't know? And Elira is probably a few years over twenty. My king isn't that against Arkenholt’s law?” Aetherion quirked a brow in jest. Kaelric groaned at Aetherion. “Dragonbloods age differently.” He explained only to clear Elira’s mind. “Aetherion is a reincarnation of his ancestors' ashes, he’s basically centuries old.” “Well, I have no recollection of their past lives so I’m only twenty-two.” He pouted and took a sip of wine.