Tartaglia X Aether Novels & Stories

There, resting upon jagged pedestal of obsidian that drank light from the room, was the Aetherium Sorter. Crystalline construct of impossible complexity, pulsing translucent orb holding millennia-old magic within its depths. Not a machine. A judge. Designed to reach into marrow, strip lineage and lies, read raw frequency of soul. It would assign us to Great Four Houses: Ignis for conquerors, Aqua for strategists, Ventus for brilliant minds, Terra for unshakable loyalty. I watched the orb's internal light swirl like trapped nebula, silent sentinel waiting to decide which of us were wolves and which were sheep in borrowed pelts.

“But he mentioned a strange scent. Not wolf. Not human.” Valerian sat back in his chair, the firelight catching the gleam in his eyes. “Aether-born,” he whispered. Ziva tilted her head. “You think that’s who took her?” “I think we’re dealing with something beyond our territories,” he muttered. “Something beyond our rules.” Ziva stepped closer. “And what do you want to do?” Valerian didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he reached for a blank scroll. He dipped his pen in ink and began to write—not to Alexandro this time, but to Serena’s father.

She cried. “If ever I will see you on the other side. Please remember that I love you” She whispered. I smile and spread my wings and fly with her. I know the pain but it will end soon. All we need to do is to find her lover and make him pay for everything. I am ready for everything because I have nothing to lose since they involve Tania in this game. We went back to Aurora to find him there. My instinct tells me that he is home and I will find him today. The house looks the same. His wealth is flaunted by the things that he owned. I wonder what his job is? I looked around and saw Husk and Tusk were drinking milk on their plate. Their big fangs are showing every time they lick the milk.

It had mentioned this word several times, describing the Aetherians as individuals chosen by divine entities to wield unique elemental powers that influenced the very balance of nature. “Legend tells of four primordial mages,” Professor Ealdwine continued, gesturing to the tapestry behind him. “They were the first Aetherians, chosen by the gods. Earth, Fire, Water, and Air were their domains. Each held a unique resonance with their element and could wield it with great mastery. They were guardians of balance, harmony, and the natural world. But over centuries, the purity of their lineage was lost, diluted as their descendants mingled with other species. Today, only a handful of true Aetheria

"Dahlia? Is everything alright?" "Alpha," I began, my voice wavering with emotion, "I... I lied to you. The truth is... I'm not who you think I am. I'm a witch from the Howling Nexus clan. My real name is Gaia Emberheart." There was a stunned silence before he responded, confusion evident. "Dahlia? What... what are you saying?" Tears welled up as I continued, words pouring out in a rush. "I'm sorry for not telling you sooner. Thank you for accepting me into your pack, for being on my side, for being my Alpha."

“And how are you certain the substance was magical?” “Because she lost her wolf,” I said flatly. “And what replaced it wasn’t a shift—it was an emergence. The potion burned through the tether to her original wolf, Stella. That isn’t alchemy. That’s assault against the soul.” A quiet stir moved through the chamber. Even the skeptical ones couldn’t ignore the gravity of that claim.

CHAPTER 45 BELLA Athena had started to cry for attention, and I rushed off to her. Once I had calmed her down, I brought her out, and Gabriel who’s face automatically lit up at the sight of her, reached out to take her in his arms. She was full of smiles as she went to him. Her tiny hands made its way to his cheeks as he spoke to her lovingly and waltzed around the room with her. While father and daughter were having their bonding session, I excused myself and went to my room and called up Erica. She, too, was just as worked up as me about what had happened earlier. Neo did explain his side of the story to her after we had left. He told her that the reason why he didn’t bother defending hims

POV EMMA BELLE The Vesper groaned as it hovered over the precipice of the Well. Below us, a column of white-violet energy roared upward, a fountain of unrefined Aether that served as the planet's nervous system. Aethelred stood on a platform of translucent glass that floated within the gale of light. His scythe was not made of metal; it was carved from a single shard of Aether-Glass, vibrating with a frequency that threatened to turn our ship into a cloud of atoms.

*5 years later* Alex POV Have you ever wanted to be someone else? That was the question that I’ve been asking myself all these years. With the stress of life getting me down I couldn't help but wonder what it would of been like. But now I wouldn’t ever want to change a thing. Charlotte is strong, she’s a warrior in disguise. Never in my lifetime would I have thought that someone so small, so beautiful, would turn my life upside down for the better. She's over come all her fears and became everything the pack needs in a Luna plus more. We’ve made three beautiful children. That are more then a handful and keep me on my toes that's for sure. My daughter Lilly, she’s the strongest out of all th

Narcissa handed little Cleon over to Athena, making everyone laugh. Narcissa hugged Athena, “Don’t feel bad, Thena; I will always be your best friend. My brother is mean, Tristan and I good, Azazel recently learned to talk,” Narcissa blurted out in one go, kissing Cleon. Athena cared about nothing; she saw Azazel as nothing but a big nasty bully.