Novel & Cerita Scaramouche X Aether

Something was wrong; how was Amelia able to command Scythe this way? "Mmm..." Scythe suddenly chuckled as Amelia returned to me, pacing around and protecting me from him. "A blue wolf? I see your moon is back to the business of making magical wolves... but I'm afraid this is where your journey ends." Scythe rushed forward again, but this time, I appeared before Amelia's wolf and released the accumulated ecto-energy. The power surged forward like the most dangerous hurricane, sweeping across the ruins and shattering the lumps of shadow into thousands of tiny pieces.

Aeris turned her head to Declan to stare cutely at him with pleading eyes. "I don't have money and even if I did, their money is different from ours.. We can't trade with it.. So I'll have to get money here" Declan said and Aeris nodded in understanding. "Alright... But how..." Aeris asked curiously. "I have my ways" Declan smirked. *WEREWOLF REALM ; SEVEN GROUNDS OF LUNA ATHENA ; EMBER WOLVES *

Tabatha shoves past us without apology, her eyes glowing with anger. “What the fuck.” She says, her hand moving to her child, covering him in a golden light which flares and disappears. “OH FUCK NO!” She sneers, striding to her son, picking up without asking and grabbing his chin. “Athena, close your eyes, inside you is a red and purple robe swirled together going from you to Cas, I need you to burn your magic down it now.” “But, auntie..” “NOW CHILD!” Athena jumps at the tone, Allie growls and the vampire hiss. Allie turns her eyes on him, Dawn on her surface. Before either me or Damien can move, she has him on the ground in a bone cracking hold.

The gilded ballroom shimmered, reflecting the light from a thousand candles. And it’s like Kaelen’s presence made Elara notice the breathtaking atmosphere, but as she looked at Damon, she felt like a weed choking in a garden of prize roses. Tonight was the Royal Gathering, a chance for Alpha packs across the land to pay homage to the reigning monarch and, more importantly, to each other. Damon, her mate, the Alpha of the Blackwood Pack, treated her like an accessory, a broodmare draped in finery. His hand pressed into the small of her back wasn't a gesture of affection, but a claim, a possessive brand.

It's my eighteenth birthday today, and I'm supposed to be joined with my mate. Cassius Emberwing. But somehow, I'm watching my mate in the arms of another woman-my best friend, Piper. Everyone's eyes are on me. They're all looking at me like they can't see me. "Where's your scent, Aria? We can't sense your wolf." "A shifter without a scent..." My heart shatters, and I recall the events that led up to this day. Days before my 18th birthday.

In Aetherium, life was chill. No body, no limits—just me, finally free. Time didn't matter here. No pain, no lies. Just calm. But lately, something gross kept tugging at me from the mortal world. It stank of obsession and fake guilt, like a greasy snake trying to wrap around my soul and wreck everything. I wanted to slice it away like dead weight. Then The High One showed up. "That pull's from a dark ritual. An Aster descendant's offering their life and soul to you—trying to drag you back in with chains made of shadow."

The girl shrugged him off when Matthew took hold of her arm. "Get your filthy hands off of me, you blackhearted scoundrel!!!" "Lady, if you don't stop making a fuss, that scarred man will come and take you with him. Trust me, you don't want his hands all over you." The girl clamped her mouth shut, and it seemed like the warning was enough to silence her. Still, his attempt to help her mount the horse was rebuffed. He let her get on the back of the horse by herself, then climbed after her. Along the way, he tried in a vain attempt to take no notice of her sweet female scent, or how her small buttocks slightly brushed his crotch with each bounce.

"But I have thought about everything. And I’ve thought about letting you down—again. And it hurts so much to even think about." I looked away, feeling tears press behind my eyes. "Then don’t do it." "I have to. I am the Aether. I need to feel it." "Then don’t be the Aether!" I snapped. "Just be Maerwynn!" I said, a tear rolling down my cheek. A cool breeze swept across my shoulder, and a soft hand pressed to my cheek in the blink of an eye. Caelora stepped back quickly. I blinked, watching as a tiny ball of water danced between her fingers. Then she tucked it away in a shimmering horn-shaped vial.

In this cold condo unit again. To be honest, I really don't want to work with Aurelia, but I notice that my daughter is getting closer to her siblings. I can't let that happen! Miranda hates me because I ruined their family! I thought that maybe she was just using her children to get close to Tatiana and she would take her revenge for what I did. I cannot allow my child to be hurt. I'm a mother, and she is also. She knows what's my weakness and that's Tatiana. Then Aurelia manipulates me! A mother to a mother. Blood to blood. If I need to kill someone for my daughter's sake, I'm willing to be a murderer.