Venti X Aether Novels & Stories

“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.

His presence was a sinkhole, swallowing the heat, the sound, and the fear in the room. "Eclipse at thirty percent," Helena reported from the sensor station. Her fingers flew across the holographic interface of the stolen cruiser, her face pale in the glow of the tactical map. "The ambient Aether levels are spiking. The celestial alignment is thinning the veil between the physical world and the magical currents." "It makes the air taste like metal," Vane grumbled, checking the load on his pistol for the tenth time. "And it makes my eye itch."

"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.

Then Aether stirred in my arms. A sudden surge of hybrid power burst from my son, uncontrolled and startling, sending a wave of mixed golden-crimson energy rippling outward. It washed over all of us, causing Elyra to stagger back with a hiss as it disrupted her draining threads, while both Vaelor and Draven flinched as if struck by something far deeper than mere force. Aether’s tiny eyes opened for the first time, glowing with an otherworldly light that seemed to pierce straight through the curses binding the dragons. The power scared them, I could see it in the way their scales flickered uncertainly and their expressions tightened with unease. This child, born of two rival bloodlines and my

Just then, the elements will be revealed. Then they will be able to discover the power that lay deep inside them. Just then, with the help of both her Alter and her Guardian, she will be able to control it. Just then, SHE will become AETHER. This is the story of your ancestors. You are the Aether now. Believe in yourself, and you will succeed in the war you will fight. As I know, the seed of Tiros was not extinct. ....... "This is so cool and insane at the same time!"Willow was the first to speak.

Below him, Jax and a team of Gutter-engineers were frantically clearing the last of the debris, their headlamps cutting through the thick, grey mist of the blockade. "The Aether-shunt is hot!" Jax shouted, pointing to a massive copper cable that snaked down from the Spire’s foundation. "But the grid is spiking, Vane! If we plug this in, the Spire’s lower levels are going to brown out!" "Do it," Leo commanded. He opened the silver canister. A cloud of shimmering, emerald vapor drifted out, smelling of rain, ancient soil, and something sharp and electric. He poured the seeds, thousands of tiny, obsidian-colored pearls, into the center of the basin.

“The Forgotten almost destroyed the world. We won’t let that happen again.” Aether’s eyes hardened. “Then you leave me no choice,” he said. He lunged, his starlight sword clashing against Cole’s crystal. The impact sent a shockwave through the city, and the western tower’s light nearly went out. The other guardians rushed forward, but Aether waved his hand, and a wall of starlight pushed them back. “It’s just you and me,” he said to Cole and Lila. “The heart of the balance against the God of Stars. Let’s see which is stronger.”