Scaramouche X Aether Novels & Stories

She traded her brilliant future for his life. Pulling Julian from a burning car cost Nora her career, her mobility, and her peace of mind. Guilt-ridden, Julian married her. He built a safe, padded world to care for her broken body—paying back a life-or-death debt with zero actual love. Then his long-lost first love returned from Paris. Clara claims Nora’s care is holding her back. She convinces Julian to strip away Nora’s comfort and ignore her desperate panic attacks in the name of "tough love." While Julian turns icy cold to his wife, he showers Clara with romance and expensive gifts. He thinks Nora is trapped. He’s wrong. Silently, secretly, Nora just accepted a dream offer in Londo

The fate of their packs, the Blood Moon and the Shadow Fang, hung in the balance between them, a fragile peace shattered by a single, undeniable truth. They shared a fated mate. Aethyra stood between them, her heart hammering against her ribs like a trapped bird. She was human, a fact that should have made her fragile, but the power thrumming through her veins was anything but. It was a latent force, a key waiting to turn in a lock. She could feel it responding to them, a searing heat answering Xyrex’s fire, a cool, deep resonance harmonizing with Zhilax’s ice. Their combined gazes felt like physical touches, one hot, one cold, stripping her bare.

But to my surprise, she tossed me a sly smile and hissed, “Yes.” “Well, where is she?” I prodded. The witch held up her finger and wagged it at me. “My information isn’t free.” Stupid witch. “Sure. Fine. Name your price. I’m the Alpha of the Crescent Moon Pack. I have lots of money.” “I know who you are,” she said, locking her eyes on mine once again. Her eyes were strange and deep, like liquid. It made me feel uneasy. “I don’t want your money.”

"This scent... it echoes the legends of old. The Aetherial Goddess, Liraya. She who walked the realms before the great schism, when wolves, vampires, and fae mingled under one sky. Her essence was not mere perfume; it was dominion incarnate. With a single breath, she could bend any species to her will—command the fiercest alpha to kneel, soothe the most savage vampire's thirst, even lure the elusive fae from their hidden groves." Elian blinked, confusion knitting his brow. The name stirred nothing in his memory, yet the elder's word sent a chill racing down his spine. Kael's hand tightened at his waist, a low rumble vibrating through his chest—possessiveness flaring at the implication of suc

I won't let him break my family. I close my eyes, praying to the Gods to give me strength! When I opened them a second later, I knew they were purple. I could feel it. The pain! The grief! The power! The Aether. I was Aether! I blur and run to Amaya; pushing her down, I put my hands up. My purple light formed a barrier, blocking the red one. "It's time to play!" I said, letting one of my hands down and offering to Amaya.

"Yeah, that's probably best." Kiema smiled sadly at him. "I'll take you another time. No worries." She turned to Xander. "You ready Sacred?" she said with a brighter smile. "Always, sweets," he said as his tiger poured from his physical form. A low moan spilled from Scarlet. We all turned to look at her. Her cheeks were pink. "Sorry. That's so freaking hot." Junior bounded over, rubbed his elemental body around and through Scarlet's. "So are you, Kaeru."

With a single shake of his head, he left the office for his own, determined to dig it out of Christian. Christian poured himself a glass of The Dalmore Constellation 1964 scotch. He chugged the expensive liquid in one gulp. He merely blinked as it burned his throat, he placed the glass on the cabinet. His thoughts drifted yet again to the girl, he cussed himself for not asking her name. He had no idea about where she lived, he didn't get her phone number either.

Elena complained about but Amelia only rolled her eyes in response. There was another guy here last night, who was he? Amelia asked and she sighed. He was a friend. Elena responded as she took her bag and walked out. She felt strangely empty, but she couldn’t understand why. She was afraid the contract she had sighed with Mister Blackwood was going to cost her a lot, and now she just knew she was going to lose her friends. All the way to the company, she couldn’t move her thoughts from Marco, and how he had disappeared last night. She kept wondering if he had seen them kissing before he left. For some reasons, her heart began to pound.

“ it's okay I just want an explanation for what the hell that was.’’ I spoke out loud. He slid his hand into his pocket and he pulled out what seemed like a bean bag. I stared at it and then back at him with confusion. Alpha Mark also stepped forward before smiling. “ Go ahead, take it.’’ He urged. Hesitantly, I stretched out my hand and alpha Michael placed the bag on the palm of my hand. The feeling was strange. busy and peculiar. I squeezed it in my hand yet it felt all squishy. like it was liquid, but it did not leak from the fabric. “ What is it?’’ “"Enchanta Herbium" He stated. “What?’’ I asked in confusion. “There it is Luna Taylor.’’ alpha Mark said,fascinated. “ but alpha Michael ex

My words came in a rush, breathless, as if speaking them fast enough might change the terrifying reality. Valen’s gaze softened, but the tension in his jaw remained. His silence only made the desperation claw harder at my chest. Caelora’s eyes flicked between the two of us, a faint frown creasing her brow. “It’s not that simple, Maerwynn. The Aether doesn’t just exist within you—it’s bonded to you. Removing it would be like tearing out a piece of your soul. It’s not a mere relic to be passed along like some heirloom.”