Venti X Aether Novels & Stories

A quick and silent prayer to the moon goddess followed mentally. "Now hold on," I said to the berserk Alpha. "You don't really want to do this. " "And why not?" He paused. I mentally exhaled in relief at the bought time. I had to choose my next words carefully and wisely. "There's someone in your pack who needs my help," I said. The Alpha tilted his head to the side, the confusion evident on his face and making him look calmer and in contrast to the beast he had appeared to look like moments ago. He looked at Zack and the younger man gave a slight nod.

Alexander Vale leaned close behind her, his voice a soft murmur against the hush. “This is the hour,” he said, nodding toward the mantle, where the contents of the ancient sketchbook lay splayed: cryptic maps, ciphered verses, and the faint outline of a serpent-headed key. “When the Circle’s wards weaken. The flame that once protected our ancestors now flickers thin.” Isabelle’s breath caught. She reached out, fingertips trembling, to touch the sketchbook’s leather binding. “And if the flame is hollow,” she whispered, “what then remains to light our path?”

Then his voice that's like thunder wrapped in silk spoke to her. “MATE.” The Supreme Alpha, Kieran Blackthorne growled loudly. Rubyrose felt the mate bond with Kieran burning stronger than anything she had ever experienced with Max. It was like there was something crawling underneath her skin, screaming to be set free. The bond burned hotter, deeper, stronger. It was fire and lightning running through my veins, setting every nerve on fire. And before she even realized it, the same word slipped from her lips, raw and unbidden. “MATE.”

But one name stands out among the chaos: Legacy Vega. My heart pounds as I scroll through the information. Legacy Vega… the name is enough to make anyone with half a brain nervous. The grandson of the legendary Alpha Fenriz, Vega is barely eighteen, but the fucker’s been amassing warriors since he was a kid. He’s ruthless, dangerous, and commands respect like he’s a goddamn king. And my brother—my baby brother—was one of his warriors. I can’t fucking believe it. Aeron had always been the one who wanted out of pack life, the one who said he didn’t want the weight of our family name on his shoulders. So why the hell was he involved with someone like Legacy Vega?

“You see a dragon and think one thing. Aetherfang and think another. Vaelcryn and think another. The Outlands does not remain that polite.” Astrid leaned forward slightly. “Explain,” Astrid demanded. Spiro looked from her to me. “Some Aetherfangs breathe fire,” Spiro revealed. “Not like dragon fire. They cannot erase stone with a breath or burn through old enchantment the way a true dragon can. But they can burn homes, trees, bodies. They can scorch a path wide enough to herd fleeing people into claws.”

he replied through gritted teeth. "So she’s practically innocent?" Dave raised a brow, making Andreas look at him. "She’s not innocent. Her criminal father has done enough. And he left his daughter behind to pay for all of his evil deeds," the woman roared with hatred, once again answering for him. Andreas, on the other hand, remained silent as he averted his eyes and looked at his glass. *** The moon was bright in the clear sky, making the night even more beautiful. The road was so quiet that one could hear the sound of the cold, gentle breeze rustling the leaves of the trees. There were only a few passersby, as it was already past midnight.

Scrambling through the drawer, I pull out a lighter and flip the lid. The flame ignites immediately, burning softly. Holding the picture over the floor, I set the flame to the bottom right corner, where my little self stood in the picture. The flame swallows the picture almost immediately, and I drop it to the floor, letting it burn and die out, leaving ashes in its wake. Well, the first part of getting Dante to trust me worked, and now, on to phase two. I pull the burner phone from where I hid it and turn it on.

He fixed his gaze on the man standing at the doorway. Matteo Ferraro. Enforcer of the Valenti Syndicate. Dominant, commanding, and armed with authority and clout that made grown men flinch. He was currently scoffing internally at a situation he found deeply ratchet: being ordered-around and dismissed by an eighteen-year-old with a candy stick. The whole arrangement icked-out something irritated in him. He was lowkey-pissed and pressed in the most cooked, sus way imaginable. A genuine power-move from a teenager, sitting wrong in every level of the hierarchy he had spent years earning his place within.

"Three can keep a secret if two of them are dead,"- Benjamin Franklin. Rose's POV: I was back in the beautiful pathway that led to Victor manor. A manor that screamed of darkness. The roads seemed dull, yet strangely alive, as if, it was talking to me. The murmur of the dry leaves at the beginning of the winter and the hum of the gentle breeze played like a monotonous music in my ears. I just stood there, in the secluded road, all alone as the autumn breeze caressed me gently, reaching deep into my soul.