Scaramouche X Aether Novels & Stories

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.

“And what if I don’t want to?” The one with a scar on his cheek chuckled as he shoved his hand in his pockets. He had a bunch of bruises on his face and a cut on his lower lip which was healing slowly. But what caught my attention most was the fact that he had Aurelia’s scent on him. It meant that they’d run into each other, and that was the same reason she was crossing over rapidly. “Something tells me you two know a lot more than you’re acting,” I said from behind Ethan. Both of them looked at me in confusion.

Four men stood around her but they weren't just men, she could smell it on them, that distinct Alpha scent that was impossible to miss even through the water and her own exhaustion. Four Alphas, all watching her with varying expressions. What the hell? One of them was holding his jaw where she'd hit him and he had dark hair and looked seriously pissed off about being punched. Another had red hair and was clearly trying not to laugh at the whole situation. The third had silver streaked through his black hair and was watching her like a soldier assessing a potential threat. The last had golden hair and green eyes that were studying her with disturbing intensity. Then the red haired one burst o

The garden still smelled of crushed roses and fear. Sebastian’s breath came in sharp bursts as he stared at the empty path where Aria had been moments before. Her scent clung to the air wildflowers, moonlight, and the faint salt of tears but it was already fading. The night wind scattered it like ash. Caius crouched near the fountain, eyes glowing faint gold. “He moved fast,” he murmured, sniffing the ground. “Draven’s scent disappears past the wall. Shadow magic he’s masking it.”

He supported the man who was, in a grotesque way, his older brother. Aether’s weight against him felt both alien and familiar. He looked at Lucas, his violet eyes scanning his face. “Iteration… Gamma,” he said softly, his voice gaining strength. “You have her eyes. Claire’s.” There was no malice in it. Just observation. He then looked past Lucas, to Elena. His gaze softened further. “And you… you are the variable they never could solve. The one that made the equation beautiful.” Outside, the perfect Mediterranean sky began to darken at the horizon. A storm was coming.

I relished the feel of it, but then the memory of his betrayal speared a path through my chest and I pulled back. “Thank you,” he said earnestly. “The Alpha of Devil Siege would be duly informed and then we can plan the ceremony for the next full moon which is just three days away.” My brain skids to a halt and every single thought in my head dies a swift death. What the hell? I had had the opportunity to choose the last time. What changed? “What do you mean the Alpha of Devil Siege?” I asked. Rogen looked at me, confusion on his face. “I thought you said yes to this?”

Mom eventually decided not to move the plant. Over the next few days, she realized its leaves were growing larger. They ended up splitting open, and a crimson liquid that looked like blood oozed out. Its fragrance was intoxicating, as if there was a magical aspect of it in the way it drew attention. Mom became obsessed with studying the plant, even abandoning her job in the factory. After experimenting for some time, she discovered that injecting that red liquid into the human body could change a person's scent, even making them more attractive to the opposite sex.

Ethan roared, his monstrous, giant Lycan form a blur of pure destruction as he charged and tore three phantoms with his claws to shreds mid-air. We breached the high ridge, stepping onto the massive, wind-swept plateau of the ancient obsidian altar. The blizzard violently swirled around us, but my breath caught completely in my throat as the smoke cleared, revealing the architects of our ruin. Standing at the edge of the altar was my treacherous sister, Sienna, her eyes wide with a manic, villainous glee. Beside her stood Alpha Richard, his dark armor heavy, his hands resting on his hips as he sneered at our advancing army. But standing directly between them was a terrifying, cloaked silhoue