Mualani X Aether Novels & Stories

He wanted to be above it all the time, the one that people looked up to. I bit my lip and sucked my tongue. It’s a habit that I can’t stop. I just naturally do it when I am annoyed, agitated, or infuriated. "You know what, Aregolli, you should stop calling me Mau. I’m not your screen partner anymore. I don’t see any reason for you to continue calling me that way. And I was umbrage because they took it all the time." Mau is the name of my character in our first film. And yes, we did a lot. For a year of being an on-screen partner, we rose to fame as people loved to see our tandem.

"I am Alexander and you are lia?" "Idalia." I corrected. "Idalia Bianchi." "Ah, the infamous Bianchi." I laughed, "I would not say that exactly." I noticed my hands were still in his, "sorry." I dropped my hands. He shrugged, "I don't mind holding a beautiful woman's hand. Especially yours." "Hmmn you're smooth. But I have to tell you though I am seeing someone." "Thank God." He breathed out a sigh of relief, "no offense it would be my pleasure to be with a woman as beautiful as you but I do have someone I am also seeing."

Agatha said. "I'll be waiting. Thank you so much, Agatha," Silvia said to the lady who told her not to worry as she dropped the call. Her phone rang once again and she paused seeing that number. Silvia breathed in deeply as she answered the call. "Inform Alpha Alonso I had a vision last night in which he destroyed the Moon Pack," She said calmly and there were snickers of joy heard on the other side. "Alpha would be so happy," The guy said and ended the call. Silvia lied about that she had the vision yesterday when in reality she had it two days back. There was so much going on in her head she forgot to inform them about it.

Osiris frowns, but takes a seat, his eyes fixed on Nero, bracing himself for what comes next. “Nero found out something about Morana,” I start, trying to ease into the conversation, “about her wolf.” Osiris’s brow furrows in confusion. “Morana? What about her wolf?” “It’s not just her wolf, Osiris,” Nero takes over. “When I used my Alpha Sight on Morana, I found out that there’s something attached to it called a Meraloth—an ancient entity that feeds on memories. And we believe it’s responsible for the memory losses both you and Camellia experienced.”

“An aether dragon. Speak your name human, I can sense the presence of your guardians.” “I am Manolya Kara,” I answered cautiously. “And my companions are Aziz and Pareia.” “Little human, are you ready to fight then?” The dragon’s voice echoed directly inside my head, etching its heavy words inside my heart. I could feel the immense weight of him, the raw, ancient power vibrating through the air, and I nodded, keeping my voice as steady as possible as I answered, “I am ready.” With a deep inhale, Atherius breathed in a massive stream of aether energy from the crisp mountain air, completely filling its lungs.

Their leaves were all silver and shiny because of the Aether that was always being released. Malachi said, "The Royal Pack thinks Aether is like a battery that you can use up and throw away." He was standing there with his shirt off. You could see the glowing tattoos all over his body. They were like a map of his history or something. ". For a Celestial like me Aether is more like a conversation. You do not take the power Elowen. You are the power."

This was just the beginning of the game, and Aurelia had no idea what she was up against. I couldn't hide my surprise as Aurelia wrote in her book, explaining that she was here for her speech therapy class with me. Ah, yes. I had completely forgotten about it. What did she think? That I genuinely wanted her to learn how to speak and stop being dumb? Hell no! The truth was, I was secretly grateful that the speech therapy program I had been conducting with her wasn't yielding any positive results. It meant that she would remain mute, incapable of ruining my relationship with Alpha Dante, all without even realizing it.

He lay slumped against the base of a shattered pillar, his breath coming in shallow, wet rattles. Xander was at his side in a heartbeat, his hands hovering over the wound. The injury was horrific; it wasn't just a physical laceration. The spike was a piece of "Negative Aether," designed to unravel the biological frequency of whatever it touched. The edges of the wound were glowing with a sickly, necrotic violet light, and the flesh seemed to be pixelating, turning into grey ash even as they watched. "Marrow! Thorne! Secure the perimeter!" Xander barked, his Alpha command cutting through the chaos. "The shields are down to ten percent. If they hit us again, the mountain falls!"