Wanderer X Aether Novels & Stories

Every siren, every shout, every frantic heartbeat in the Bay Area fed into his Alpha-senses. "We need to understand the Process of the Shift," Xander said, turning back to the group. "If it keeps thinning at this rate, by the end of the year, there won't be a 'supernatural' world and a 'human' world. There will just be one world, and it will be loud enough to kill anyone who isn't prepared." Emma was at the drafting table, but she wasn't painting with oils. She was using a localized "Aether-Brush," capturing the literal ripples in the air of the penthouse.

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.

The last sparks of the sunset had burned out to cinder, leaving a sky of deep, rich indigo like a bruise, cut by the sharp, icy edge of a billion stars. The Aether was a world unto its own, a tiny island of heat and light suspended on an infinite, dark ocean. The only sound was the timeless, gentle sigh of the water against the hull and the soft, measured beat of their breathing.

nicer or maybe not as dangerous as Jax. “Not everyone is lucky enough to put Jax down,” he smiled. “I must say, you're one heck of a strong guy.” I shrugged. “He has a smart mouth and shit talking doesn't really sit well with me.” He noticed that I kept looking down the hall so he asked if I was returning to my dorm and when I said yes, he said he was going the same way so we walked together. “So…..how has Silvercrest been treating you?” “It's kinda weird,” I looked at the students that just walked past us. One of the girls had one of those hats witches I'd always seen in movies wore and the girl next to her glistened as the sun touched her. That was certainly not normal.

I walked through the breach before the dust had finished falling. There was no theatricality in it. I had learned, somewhere in the long process of becoming what I currently was, that display was for those who needed others to understand what they were facing before the encounter began. I had no such need tonight. The Aether moved ahead of me like weather — not thrown, not performed, simply the natural pressure differential of what I was carrying, arriving before I did the way a storm front arrives before the rain. My horns were lit with something that had moved past combat crimson into the deeper frequency, the core's own gold woven through my own signature in the way it had been since the

Even though I am part wolf, he follows me and my orders nonetheless. Rage pulsed in my veins, my neck beginning to throb. I immediately linked with all other warriors outside their posts. “We have a trespasser. A male, part witch and part werewolf. Find him at all costs! And do not disappoint me,” I roared, making sure they got the message correctly. All my warriors responded with a huff. They knew what I meant when I ask them not to disappoint me, that is to come back with desired results, or it will be the end for their lives.

She immediately pushed Xander away as she inhaled a deep breathe, “Didn’t I tell you clearly enough that I don’t want to ever see you again? I told you to stay away from my sight!” Xander took one step, two steps, three steps backwards until Xiao saw a figure which totally made her world upside down. It completely went through a 360° turn the moment her eyes laid upon him. His vivid aura emanated a strong facade with the pair of eyes he has... cunning and tiger-like. Almost seemingly looking like a predator patiently waiting for its prey. She felt scared yet secured at the same time. Ironically, the only foreign and twisted feeling she could never feel from anyone aside from him. His messy a

He laughed loudly, “Oh dear child, the goodness in my heart left a long time ago! Why would a dragon EVER help some wolves, hm? Your first lesson in doing business with other species is this: there is ALWAYS a price for doing business with other species.” “How do we know you aren’t just going to rob of us whatever we give you? How do we know you know where to find the fae?” Alec challenges him. “Because I am the gatekeeper to their realm. No one go in or leaves the realm without my knowledge. If you want my help, you must pay the price.” “What’s your price? Name it.” Ares asks, ready to pay whatever he requested. “I take many forms of payment: gold, shiny objects, I do collect princesses if

[Terrence] It’s been a few minutes and Aira wasn’t back yet. I was getting extremely worried about her safety. It didn’t look like Natalia would be back to this pharmacy any time soon so it was a bit of a relief. But still, I don’t know what’s taking Aira so long. I was about to step out and follow her when I saw that she left the pharmacy. I waited for her to come to the car. As soon as she walked in, she had a worried look on her face.

His eyes met mine. "Did you feel that?" "Yes." The air shimmered near the window. A shape began to form, coalescing from nothing, growing solid and distinct. It was a wolf, but not like any wolf I had ever seen. Its fur was the color of deep space, speckled with points of light like distant stars. Its eyes held the depth of eternity. I rose from my chair, my body tensing for a fight I did not want. "Who are you?" The wolf inclined its head, a gesture of respect rather than submission. "I am called the Wanderer. I have traveled across the void between worlds, searching for the one who carries the bridge."