Nahida X Aether Novels & Stories

He didn't see their expression and spaced out instead, whisking his beer bottle in a lazy circular motion. Vayu cleared his throat and stepped in to explain. "Aether energy is naturally in opposition with nether energy, but the aether in us Twelve Scions are somehow different. Our aether clashes with silverstream as well. They could effectively hurt us just as much as we could effectively hurt them. Lars remembered something from his early Chimera hunting days and said, "Oh, right. I remember you told me that our Scion Force even could purify the silverstream as long we're in Mirepa's vicinity."

"I want her gone. Do with her what you will, but I don't want her on this planet ever again. She killed babies. Hundreds. Thousands. And those are only the ones of dragon descent. This kind of callousness doesn't belong on Earth." Chaos looked at Aether. Aether looked at her partner. After a long moment, they both nodded. "Granted." Brigid snarled and leapt forward, hands stiffened into claws as she leapt for Hols. Esmerelda stepped forward, clipped the goddess in the face with a perfectly placed left cross. "Don't touch my friend." Brigid collapsed on the floor with a shriek of pain. "You bitch. I'm going to -" Aether snapped her fingers and Brigid disappeared. She sighed. "I apologize once

I asked, pressing my lips together to hold back a laugh. Valen feigned a wounded expression. “You don’t have to sound so doubtful. The Cidron is a proud artifact. It just… has its preferences. And now that you’re the Aether, it’ll need you.” “Need me?” I echoed, uncertain whether to be flattered or nervous. “Let’s say it’s never truly worked for anyone,” he explained. “Only… harmonized. And you’re uniquely tied to Lyria’s magic, to me. If anyone can bring it into balance, it’s you.”

Everywhere they looked, they saw signs of life in forms both familiar and otherworldly. Lunastra Aetheria, who eventually materialized into a semi-corporeal being, was a presence both ethereal and comforting. Her eyes held the wisdom of eons, and her voice carried the serene cadence of the cosmos. She spoke of the moon's eternal cycle, of the delicate balance between life and death, and of the intricate dance that connected Earth to the celestial realm.

I won't let him break my family. I close my eyes, praying to the Gods to give me strength! When I opened them a second later, I knew they were purple. I could feel it. The pain! The grief! The power! The Aether. I was Aether! I blur and run to Amaya; pushing her down, I put my hands up. My purple light formed a barrier, blocking the red one. "It's time to play!" I said, letting one of my hands down and offering to Amaya.

She felt uncharitable in the face of such praise for the suspicion had been seeded into her thoughts recently about him. He reached out and stroked his fingers along the curve of her cheek, gathering up the fragile strands of aether that had stuck to her, and setting them free into the air. They both watched as they drifted, glinting as they twisted and turned, away. “Do you think the aether is sticky today because of us?” Meguitte wondered aloud. “We were speaking of using aether to attract aether before we settled into meditation.”

"We value precision here at Aether-Tech. Please, step into the scanning foyer." They entered a room made entirely of polished, white obsidian. There were no cameras, no visible sensors. Instead, the walls were covered in thousands of tiny, crystalline "reeds." "This is an Acoustic Mirror," Emma whispered from the van, her voice trembling in their ears. "They aren't checking your ID. They’re checking your 'Soul-Signature.' If your internal frequency doesn't match the Aegis-Global records Cassius planted, the room will vibrate at a pitch that will liquefy your organs."

Without hesitation. Exactly as Nyxar had done when he heard Lyra scream. The similarity unsettled him. Was it instinct? Destiny? Could a god have a mate? Or something even older than mate bonds? His wolf spoke again. " Aetheris. " Nyxar frowned. “What does that mean?” Silence. The wolf didn’t answer. Perhaps it couldn’t. Animals often understood truths long before they found words for them. He sighed. “If fate has begun weaving gods into mate bonds...”

Alexandra says. She notices Gerald face morph into a small smile. "Alexs. Chris asked me to call you." A third party, interrupt them. Putting a stop to there conversation. Alexandra quickly turns back, only to see a suspicious look on Karis face. Typical of Karis. "We will see before I leave," Gerald says with a calm smile. ________________________🖊 Alexandra is currently in front of the main building listening to WAP by Cardi B ft Megan Thee Stallion. Since the music was released, she couldn't stop herself from listening to it.