Rival Of Aether 2 Novels & Stories

But without money or power, and trapped within Brandon’s territory, escape was impossible, let alone taking my mother with me. Suddenly, the hospital room door creaked open. A chill slithered down my spine as I recognized the man standing there—unfamiliar, yet somehow known. “Fabian Mortensen?” “You know me,” he said simply. The man’s calm and composed demeanor filled the room as he slowly walked to my bedside. He looked down at me, then smiled faintly. “Makes sense. After all the time you spent with Brandon, you’d know who his rival is.” “What are you doing here?” I forced myself upright as I eyed him with caution. His methods were no more merciful than Brandon’s.

He looked into her eyes and replied, “I have been dealing with you for five years now. I am the only rival you contacted and trusted the most after becoming the Luna of this pack. Who knows you better than me?” He was right. If she had to pick the most trusted Alpha who was also her rival, Evan would be top on it. "What are your thoughts?" she questioned. He opened the car door wide and motioned for her to get in. When she got into the car, he closed the door and bent over to the window. With a smile on his face, he replied, "The land of Easter Avenue." Violet froze when she heard Evan. Her jaw clenched, and she turned her head away from him.

“I’m not here to claw your eyes out. Not yet.” Aria stiffened, fists clenching. “You can’t just walk in here—” “Oh, but I can,” the rival purred, pouring herself a glass of champagne from Ethan’s bar like it was hers. “Ethan and I go way back. I know his codes. I know his habits. I know…” She let the pause linger, lips curling wickedly. “…what he likes.” Aria’s breath caught, fury and dread colliding. The Trap The rival stepped closer, circling Aria like a predator. “You think you’re different? That you’ve tamed him somehow? Sweetheart, men like Ethan don’t fall. They own. And they discard.”

“But on a serious note, Luna, you shouldn't fall for him. He is a rival to your husband, so…” “A rival? What do you mean?” I asked. “What I mean is… Riven and Sky are like fire and water. They really can't stand each other,” he said, squinting his face. “And I think it's because your husband is jealous.” I scoffed. “Jealous? Jealous how?”

she whispered. Damian looked up. She met his eyes. “That’s… your name?” He nodded slowly. “Yes. Damian Greyhound doesn’t exist anymore.” He gave a faint, almost sad smile. “From now on, you should call me Rowan. Only Rowan.” She nodded. “And you,” he added softly, “are no longer Elisa Darkhorse. Or Greyhound.” He turned the paper toward her. “From today onward… you are Elisa Vale.” The name settled over her like unfamiliar clothing.

​The Construct’s arms heavy, beam-emitting rods began to glow. ​“Caleb, listen to me,” Elara hissed, her voice vibrating with the strain of holding back the Aethelred-frequency. “You cannot miss. The Sol-Ether is volatile. If my violet energy touches that glass, the chemical reaction will cause an explosion that will level this entire fortress. I have to be the wall. You have to be the knife.” ​“I’m the knife,” Caleb replied, his golden Vane runes igniting to counter the heat of the room.

Moments later, [Rina P.O.V] The corridors of Aetherion were no longer a gauntlet of whispers and sneers. Today, they felt like a runway. My black stiletto boots clicked against the polished stone with a rhythmic, predatory grace, each step punctuated by the sway of my high silver ponytail. Beside me, Dahlia was vibrating with enough energy to power a small city, her Ventus Yellow cape fluttering like a canary's wings.

He pushed it open just an inch. "It's empty," he whispered. "Come on." We climbed out into a luxurious office. It smelled like expensive cigars and old money. But before we could reach the door, it swung open. It wasn't a guard. It was Cassian Vale, Maxwell’s biggest rival. He was holding a gun, and he was pointing it straight at Maxwell’s chest. "I knew you'd come this way, Thorne," Cassian said with a crooked smile. "But you’re a bit late. The police are already at the gates. And they aren't here for the ring."