Wanderer X Aether Novels & Stories

Her girlfriend drew in a deep breath, and Whitney held hers. “...Look, I was going to tell you alright? Just not before our trip. I’ve got enough shit to deal with and I didn’t want to worry you too on top of everything else.” Hollis explained carefully as she flipped the radio on for background noise. The dial had been tuned onto one of Whitney’s favorite Classical stations, and Pat Metheny’s “Third Wind” started flooding at a moderately low level from the speakers. The dark haired girl twisted around to face Hollis, the scowl never leaving her pretty Italian features.

“Here comes your child, your long-lost descendant whom you have waited so desperately for. She is here to reclaim her truest position, to cleanse the darkness within her, and accept your flames. May she be replenished by the light of the Moon Goddess. For you, Wanderer, a messenger from the goddess herself, shall accept your one true Alpha.” I couldn’t move. It was as if my muscles were frozen solid as my heart hammered against my rib cage. Ahead of me, the cloaked figure—the Wanderer—stood shrouded in an aura of unnatural crimson light, one so similar to the flames of the throne. Its presence filled the air with an oppressive energy, both terrifying and magnetic. It stretched its hands towa