Kaeya X Aether Mga Nobela at Kwento

Jacob said Yeah....yay

' Cel sounded very satisfied as I was still pondering the source of my overwhelming annoyance and intolerance. Um... I'm not great with names or places. Who cares where each pack is when I can just look it up on a map? She slid her arm up to his chest again, flipping her hair so her locks brushed against his bare shoulder. I hated this woman! But surprisingly, it wasn't Cel who was upset. Cel wasn't worried because she believed her partner wasn't interested in anyone else. 'She may be blessed with all the beauty in this world, but the Moon Goddess didn't bless her with Alpha Kayden. He's ours,' she purred.

His face contorted in rage, making me take a step back. “You’re right, I didn’t, because the Alpha did,” Axel snaps. He turns, looking at Ace who innocently stands a few steps away, trying not to make is seem like he is listening into the conversation. “Hear the Ace? Did you know Jada and Kael are mates?” Ace doesn’t say anything, just looks down at his feet. “You listened in on our conversation you jealous creep,” I growl. I have to refrain from yelling at him in case kael and Grayson hear, as they aren’t too far away.

I would have to get him alone at some point. “I am glad to see you both here.” Kai spoke first. “I am sure you are wondering why I have asked you both to come. As you both know, The binding ceremony is coming up very soon, at the ceremony I will be naming my Beta. I would like to name you both as beta. I will be leaving that up to the both of you. If you will agree to work together as co-beta I would be happy to have you both. If not we will have a contest to see who is worthy of being beta.” They both looked at each other. I could see the betrayal in Kassius’ eyes. He was hurt, he had always been meant to be beta. Kai was his best friend, how could he be doing this to him? Kade seemed fine

“It looks like Dada’s magic! Can I make the sky glow like that when I’m bigger?” Caelan knelt beside his son, one arm wrapped gently around the boy’s shoulders. His own presence radiated calm resilience, the ancient power within him now a steady, nurturing force that occasionally sent gentle moonlight threads drifting toward Aether to steady his balance or soothe any overstimulation from the loud festival. The mating bite on his neck remained proudly visible, a symbol of the bond that had reshaped their world.

Aurelia has been Zephyron's best friend since they got admitted into Blackridge Academy; she has feelings for him, but he only sees her as his best friend. Aurelia watched as Zephyron's girlfriend constantly broke up with him countless times. It hurt her every time because she was always there to comfort him. His tears broke her, and each time she hoped he would see her love for him, but Zeph never did. To him, she remained a shoulder to cry on. Then one day, Zeph and Lyra broke up for real. Lyra transferred schools because of him. Aurelia played her role well this time and eventually, he saw that she loved him. He agreed to court her, but to him she was a distraction from his ex. A

At the center of the room, Aero and Lyra sat back-to-back. They were no longer children. Aero had grown into a mirror image of Kaelen—broad-shouldered, golden-eyed, and radiating a heat that made the air shimmer. Lyra was my shadow—slight, ethereal, with hair that seemed to float in a gravity-free pocket, her eyes a deep, swirling violet that looked like the birth of a nebula. "The alignment is in ten minutes," Kaelen said, his voice tight. He stood by the control panel, his hand hovering over the manual release for the cooling vents.

Catriona’s POV “What are those eggs that you risked your life for?” I ask. Alpha Kael has his back rested against a tree trunk and for a moment, I think he will ignore me before he answers. “Something that is crucial to our victory later.” He says and I roll my eyes. “Yes, I got that part but what do they do? They aren’t real eggs are they? They won’t hatch.” I say. “Oh they’ll hatch alright.” He says with a faint smile. It transforms him entirely and for a moment, I stare. Even dusty and beaten up, he still looks like he just walked out of a painting. In contrast, I probably look like a sweaty scarecrow.

Power. Not the cold, silver threads of my Weaver heritage, now severed and silent. Not the warm, borrowed strength of Kaelen’s Alpha might. This was something else. Something foundational. The Aether was the raw stuff of creation, the magma beneath the crust of reality. It did not flow into me; it unmade me and remade me in its passage.

"The Lions will be pulling their perimeters tight around the upper aristocratic sectors to protect the Guild Masters. If you can reach the Gutters, Rook and her Junkers will hide you." "We can't get to the Gutters without you, fish-boy," Kaira laughed, a wet, ragged sound. "We don't have a map, and my brace is half-melted again. You need to climb back up." Before Ren could answer, the green light on the console violently flashed back to crimson. A massive spike of localized Aether completely hijacked the frequency. The connection to Kaira’s data-slate was forcefully severed, replaced by a deep, resonant hum that vibrated the very steel of the drop-pod.