Mualani X Aether Novels & Stories

“Mua, right?” Mua gave me a quick glance before returning to her silver tray. “Aye. Good day to you,” she replied. “Thank you. Good day to you as well. I am Etheral.” She nodded and tear her gaze away from me and back to her plate. “How is your wound?” I pointed to the side of her face where the feral wolf’s bite is still noticeable but healed. “Thanks to your pack doctor, it’s healing quickly.” I nodded. “Great to hear that. How about Alpha Arva?”

Roseline Malansala Been laying on my bed days after day watching each day pass by like a blur, still cannot believe what happened to me weeks ago, my bed become my comfort zone as my mind, body, and soul have been distorted I refuse going to work knowing I'm going to see the wolf that took my life away from me, she took my joy, she was stabbing me in the back and same time pretending to be my best friend, I don't know if I will ever heal from this pain cause every day, I wake up with hopes of healing and moving on, but all that kept on coming back is the horrible experience I had at the altar

My dress was going to be ruined! "My goodness! I'm so sorry Peggy. I really am." Nathan finally spoke. "Nathan, put your psycho on a leash!" Mila warned. I proceeded to clean off the wine on my face with the handkerchief Justin had offered me. The damned wine had undoubtedly gotten into my eyes because my eyes were beginning to feel bloated and heavy.

Her dark waves of hair were let down softly against her back and shoulders. "Does she have any idea what she's doing?" Xaviour muttered as he threw in more images into mind. I shook my head pushing him away again. Pink suits her... My eyes landed on Jacob, who took in Athina for himself, too rudely. I bit back the growl that was more ready to rip through my chest, 'Keep your eyes off my mate, you a**hole.' I mind-linked him while glaring harshly. 'Sorry, Alpha.' He responded immediately. I let out a deep breath; I'm glad Jackson knew his place.

No mouth. It still looked down. Subject: Jack Miller. The words appeared in every screen, every window, every reflective surface. Classification: recursive anomaly. Risk: systemic contamination. Recommended action: format local environment, preserve audit sample, quarantine relational vectors. Haley, wrapped in a blanket and drinking something Katherine had described as "electrolytes" and Haley had described as "sad juice," raised a trembling middle finger at the nearest screen. "Relational vector this." The screen flickered. Aaliyah smirked. "I think it noticed."

Some were shapes she recognized—binding glyphs, echo marks—but others were crooked, broken, inverted in ways that made the air hum with wrongness. Cassian sucked in a breath. “Well. He was… enthusiastic.” Malachai stepped forward slowly, eyes narrowing as he examined the intertwining patterns. “No.” He reached out, tracing a single swirling knot in the center. “He was building something.” Vale scanned the shelves. “Aethren was a runesmith. Brilliant, unstable. Magnus didn’t like competition.” Lyra moved toward the wall, her gloved hand brushing the air above one of the deeper gouges.

It was asking for the equivalent of their own stationary consciousness. "Mela is replying," Aelia whispered, watching the Sonic curves begin to shift into a new, complex sequence. Mela was not sending a coordinate. She was sending a sequence of elemental vectors a description of the relationship between our anchors. The sequence began with the Logic Anchor Silicon Spire and the Flow Anchor Bio-Luminescence Sea. Then, it included the dynamic anchor of the Chaotic Filament the place of Regulated Chaos. Mela was telling them that the Alliance had no single root.

you're. "Exactly ma'am " Jayden said placing his hand on Athena's shoulder. Monalisa grabbed her gown "What the fuck!!! Monalisa exploded

“What if she had passed out while you were taking her for a walk? You’re nothing but trouble. You show up today, and she’s already in such a bad state.” Ethan opened his mouth to respond, but before he could say anything, Doctor Mikes approached us with an unusually calm smile, interrupting our heated exchange. “What’s with the smile?” I demanded, my irritation evident. “My mate is in that room, and she’s not well. You should be doing everything in your power to help her, not standing here grinning.” Doctor Mikes' smile widened slightly as he looked at me. “Congratulations, Alpha Dane. Your mate, Luna Astrid, is pregnant.”

Melissa’s POV Power crackled in the air. I was immobile. I was having trouble breathing. Aetherion, the entity, was in front of us. He seemed unreal, like he was something incomprehensible, as his figure alternated between dazzling brightness and unending shade. His voice reverberated in the atmosphere. "Everything must go in its intended direction." My heart was thumping in my chest. "No," I said. Aetherion looked across to me.