Rival Of Aether 2 Novels & Stories

Unknown Location ~ 3rd Person’s POV “What?” “Don’t worry it’s just another useless word.” She ignored him and stood up to get a better look at what he’d deciphered. TECHNOV. She knew that name. Eli saw the look of recognition in her eyes and tried to get her to tell him what she knew, but she paid him little attention. That annoyed him for some reason, but he decided to keep mute about it. She grabbed her laptop, looked up the name, then turned the laptop towards him so he could view the search results. TECHNOV was a Russian manufacturing company known to produce dangerous high-tech weapons. The police shut down its operations decades ago due to the alleged production of an unnamed uncontrol

"Colton Corbin has withdrawn his challenge. What remains is between Trevor Rendon and Clayton Carmichael." No time to digest the unexpected withdrawal of Colton. There was no time to contemplate what it meant. It was here, and it was now. "Commence," intoned the council member. Trevor and I locked eyes. That momentary eye contact carried years of rivalry, years of unspoken animosities and resentments. We shifted almost in unison. My body transformed, muscles stretching, bones restructuring, a brilliant white fur emerging from my skin. My eyes were the last to change, morphing into a striking gold that darkened to brown at the edges. The transformation was an exquisite agony, a reminder of th

Rideten, Present Time The aether weaved like water around Aislen’s legs, and yet did not wet her. She leaned down, sticking her fingers into what appeared to be liquid, but as she lifted her hand, it clung to her hand in strands like hair or cobweb which shimmered and seemed to squirm in her hands. She let them sift off her fingers back into the ocean and lifted her eyes, searching for any land. There was nothing in sight, the aether ocean blending into the faintly pink sky on the horizon in all directions. At least the aether wasn’t deep, she thought, only coming to mid-thigh. So far, at least – she didn’t entirely trust that she wouldn’t step off a ledge and end up swimming in it. Could a

This is one of the highest techniques of sword techniques. Dark Fist Of The Nether, a technique that makes one's fist possess the Yin Element that comes from the Nether Realm. Possessing a cruel power as the Yin Element is corrosive, this technique is usually cultivated by someone of the Demon Race. One of the Gods got this technique book by chance, which was the reason why this technique was in Xiao Long's head.

~Raemon~ “You must be Xavier?” His eyes turned to face me, picking up on my aura. Damn he should know who I was and right now I didn’t want to know who he was. That damned name that kept ringing in my head was standing right in front of me. I should pluck out his eyes for looking at my Alexa like that. “Alpha Raemon.” He called out. Smart gamma. I smirked, looking past him to look at Alexa wearing just casual jeans and a top but was clearly the most beautiful.

He parsed threat-axis instead: “A mortal echo with coherence but seat rights capped. If it gets hungry again, Theras will blame both of them. But only one voice can speak for the ring.” Aelin glanced at her mirrored twin. Not hatred. Recognition with caution. Real recognition isn’t noisy. It checks adjacency without rewriting. “What’s your name?” Ivy demanded. The echo paused. Then answered. No fluff. No hype. “Aera. Aelin’s residue. Mortal-bound now. I want agency. Not thrones. But I’ll claim them if someone gives me a seat with a crown template.” Silence. Then Ivy laughed. “It always wants crowns at runtime.”

The words came right out of my mouth before I could stop them and Kelvin stepped away, with a satisfied smirk on his face. "Now, that's more like it, princess. You are also going to reject my stupid, little cousin as your mate." He ordered and I could only grit my teeth against one another. Fine, if he wanted to play this game then two can do so. Kelvin might have thought that he won now but he only just made himself one of my enemies because I was so going to be the one to crush and end him again, right after he helped me to get rid of Dairus.

I shaped the shadows into a microscopic, razor-sharp guillotine of pure erasure. SLAM. The Void blade severed the frozen titan's hand cleanly at the wrist. The massive, bus-sized claw dropped onto the ruined penthouse floor, instantly dissolving into harmless, grey ash under the ambient light of my Crown. Finally, the Aether. I pulled the starlight from the New York night sky, weaving the silver threads of cosmic energy like a needle through the torn fabric of reality. With a violent, exhausting yank, I pulled the dimensional wound shut. BOOM!

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."

A way to stop feeling like a spark that could burn me alive at any second. But I didn’t know it would come with a choice like this. A choice to die. I swallowed hard. “What are the redemption rights? To be in the Cidron’s good graces, I mean.” Caelora hesitated. “Well... you’re the Aether. That’s a plus.” “Yeah,” I said bitterly. “I’m the Aether because my kin stole it and fused it into our blood. That’s a crime, not a credential. I don’t think she’ll see that as a charming backstory.”