Scaramouche X Aether Novels & Stories

The hybrid magic flared bright and uncontrolled knocking both guards back while Aether’s eyes opened and met mine with recognition. I scooped him into my arms pressing his small warm body to my chest where he immediately latched onto my leaking nipple nursing greedily. The connection steadied me power flowing both ways between us as his tiny hand rested on my soft belly. “I have you,” I whispered tears falling onto his scales. “Mama has you now.”

"I saw it. The purple tint...it looks like a scar that won't heal. It makes me wonder if the rumors are true. Is she a gifted? The last one showed up over a thousand years ago." "Shhh...keep your voice down." "Sorry...but is she?" James' voice was lower now. "I'm not sure," the other guard answered. "but according to the prophecy, that purple scar is the mark of the goddess. The shewolf who possesses it is a force no one can control." He paused. "Whoever claims her, whoever anchors her power..." His next words sent a chill down Linessa's spine. "Will be the Alpha of Alphas."

A man on the boat reached out his hand to help me up. His face was hidden in shadow, but I could see a scar running down his cheek. I watched the flames and bid farewell to my former self. From this moment on, there was no more Serena Ferrari. From now on, I would become my own queen.

Aimee answers sheepishly as a shy smile forms on her lips. "If that is what Her Highness wishes," Airel responds as she curtsies at her. Aimee has managed to get used to being called with such respect. Although she wasn't comfortable at first given the time, she spent getting disrespected at the academy and being bullied by the students there. Although, every time she tried to recall the events that happened on Earth, she will only find herself blankly staring in front of her... unable to recall any clear memories. "Aether is the name of the Goddess of Wind. There is a saying that some of the Wind clan members descended directly from the Goddess herself. But no one has managed to prove that

It works with the purest intentions and hearts without guile. Evanora was not of pure intentions. Greed, resentment, selfishness and vanities were all embedded in her heart. Whilst she continued her chants, the sky thundered with great thunder. The earth shook in tremor, Mount Prizm quaked and Evanora fell with a great thud. She shrieked and she screamed with a loud cry as she tumbled down the base of the mount. While she fell to her death, the Umbra Stone lifted itself. It floated in the air and slowly descended towards the base of the mount.

Scout Victor exclaimed. "I can't believe how childish Ethan is. He even involves personal feelings for things like this, huh?" snorted Cora irritably. "Alpha Ethan thinks you'll betray and return to the Blood Moon Pack. He thinks you're hooking up with Alpha Dave again," said Scout Victor deliberately, provoking Cora. Victor's words made Cora's anger start to peak. However, she tried to hold back and not show it to Victor. She said goodbye as soon as she finished talking to Victor.

This is not the day to give up. Like a flash, I raked every ounce of his resolve, and then launched myself forward, sending out a final, devastating blow that sent Dolcie crashing to the ground like a beggar. As the dust that filled the air arrogantly settled, I got up on my feet, standing victorious, my chest banged with hard breath. The fight was over, but this day would never be forgotten so quickly. It would forever be remembered by the onlookers who witnessed this day that I, Amanda the scentless wolf defeated the daughter of an Alpha.

He made a move for my hand. Something inside of me stirred as our fingers connected. An emotion. One of the memories. Every life we have already led. The previous cycles. Our lost love. The fights we had engaged in. All of them remained within us. Energy surged through my veins, and I gasped. Damon's hold became more firm. He sensed it, too. Aetherion called forth golden light with his raised palm. "Fate is unavoidable." Damon took a step forward. "Observe us."

"See her eyes, the glow of a witch! The Moon Goddess rejects her, and so should we!" Caden’s expression was triumphant, his plan unfolding perfectly. "I, Alpha Caden, reject Aria as my mate," he repeated, his voice full of authority and disdain. "She is not worthy." Aria’s heart pounded in her chest, her body trembling with fear and confusion. "What is happening to me?" she thought, her vision blurring. She felt the heat intensify, threatening to consume her. Just then, a loud, commanding voice cut through the chaos. The rogue Alpha appeared at the edge of the crowd, flanked by his warriors, his presence sending a wave of fear through the pack.

I could feel their eyes upon me, some filled with curiosity, others with lust. "You're nothing but a tool, Kaidaira," Zerek's venomous words echoed in my mind, a painful reminder of my past. His scornful gaze, his biting tone, still lingered within me, a festering wound. "You'll never be worthy of love." I pushed the memory away, focusing on the present. The music began, its melancholic melody weaving a spell of longing and sorrow. I closed my eyes, letting its rhythm guide me. The maiden dance, once a sacred ritual to honor the moon goddess, now felt like a test of survival.