Venti X Aether Novels & Stories

All the guests looked at the sky, especially at the moon, waiting to turn red. Unluckily, Emily was praying that she was pregnant. She was closing her eyes and gripping the edge of her dress. It was almost midnight, and the moon was covered by clouds slowly showing. The alpha’s jurisdiction was chanting, howling, and chirping. Drake maintained his cold aura and expression while looking at the moon. A few moments later, the moon appeared, and its color was crimson red. His people howled and manifested. The Beta called their attention, and Drake poured a drink into his glass, holding Emily’s waist as her eyes went wide.

He hated her because she was an orphan, and he hated her for hurting his mother. Athena’s eyes spilled more tears, “wipe them off,” he demanded, “Wipe them off, Raven; I want to see those breathtaking eyes,” he told her, pinching her nipples, but Athena was too lost in pain to act. She had no idea what to do, does she listen to him? that makes him win, but didn’t he win already? Didn’t she already lose? What is this pride for, then? When she was lost in her thoughts, Azazel pulled her nipples, “WIPE (TUG) THEM (TUG) OFF (TUG) NOW (TUG, TUG, TUG)” the last pull was so hard she felt her nipples come off her tit.

The enemy pressed in harder. For every rogue I cut down, two more seemed to appear. My arms burned, my lungs screamed, but I refused to fall. And then, over the clash of steel; a new war cry split the air. “Alpha Aaron!” the Moonshadow warriors yelled. Aaron burst through the gate with his warriors, cutting through the enemy ranks like a storm. His sudden arrival turned the tide. Within minutes, the rogues were dead, some of them ran away. Their bodies litter the courtyard.

He looked like he just popped a vein, and his men just looked up to him like kids who lost their sweets. “You need not respond, D.R.A.G.O.N. Tell me what you think you left in my pack. Let’s make it snappy. I have a bitch already waiting in my bed.” I wasn’t so vulgar on a regular day, but faced with Dragon, I had to trick him into spilling whether he was here for Celeste or not. “Fine. Boy, I need a duel. Alpha against Alpha, or you just give me what I want and I’ll be on my way.” Huh? Was this idiot smoking something out there?

they ever saw.The wind shifted, carrying the tang of lightning. A storm was building, somewhere beyond the mountains. I could feel it in my bones—the same way I felt the Aether’s restless hunger.“We have to move,” Riven said, his voice tight. “If they’re after her—”“They’ll come in force,” I finished, my jaw tightening. “We can’t let them surround her.”Riven’s eyes glowed faintly in the fading light. “You’ve always been reckless,” he muttered. “But this…this is something else.”I turned to him, the Cradle’s mark burning beneath my skin. “This is the only way. They want a war? We’ll give them one.”Riven didn’t argue. He knew. He’d fought beside me too long to question the darkness I carried.T

“She may not survive the night.” Something inside me spark. Something familiar. Protective. “Then make sure she does,” I growled. “Use everything you have. Every herb, every drop of moonroot or wolfsbane extract. Do you understand me?” Elara bowed. “Yes, Alpha.” Then she began administering treatment to her, barking out orders to her subordinates. I watched as they try to stabilise her for a while before stepping out of the tent. I let out a long, exasperated sigh as I pressed a finger to my temple. Then I made my way back towards the forest to check if the Rogues are all dead.

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.

Power. Not the cold, silver threads of my Weaver heritage, now severed and silent. Not the warm, borrowed strength of Kaelen’s Alpha might. This was something else. Something foundational. The Aether was the raw stuff of creation, the magma beneath the crust of reality. It did not flow into me; it unmade me and remade me in its passage.

Korrin I should leave my mate alone. Sit on the floor and keep guard for these creatures they call vampires, but the mate bond is making my face strain. Everything inside of me begs me to be close. Not just beside, but in her bed and holding her like she is mine. Zareth are very physical beings. It comes from being part feline creatures. “No…not the chocolate…” Sienna mumbles in her sleep, and heat floods my veins when she kicks away her blanket.

Delicate velvet curtains were drawn across the windows to shield the sunlight, ensuring that his sensitive eyes would not be affected. The aroma of aromatic herbs filled the air, for we knew that Aethelfrith had an affinity for the scent.The palace was adorned with dark, romantic hues, reflecting Aethelfrith's vampiric essence. Rich burgundy tapestries and flickering candlelight added an air of mystique to the surroundings. The tables were adorned with fine crystal goblets and silverware, ready to serve Aethelfrith's preferred drink, deep red, aged blood that had been sourced ethically and with utmost respect for life.