Xiao X Aether Novels & Stories

We get there, and we start searching for the kids. Xander sniffed the air, trying to recognize his children's scent, until he stopped in one room. "They are here in this cell; I can smell them." He happily exclaimed. We looked through the metal doors of the cells. "Kilyan, Onyx, Angie," Xander called out. In the dim light, their eyes met mine, reaching out with an open hand. "Daddy," they said. "Mate." I heard the word, and the most delicious smell hit my nostrils, and my wolf chanted in my mind the word "mate."

She felt the pale light inside her respond, pulsing faintly with her heartbeat. Her breath caught. She shouldn’t have this. The word came unbidden, like a whisper carried on the mist. Aether. Her skin prickled. The name rang in her mind, heavy with warning. She had heard it only once before, buried in hushed whispers when she was a child. Aether—the element that no longer existed. A force erased from history because it was too dangerous, too uncontrollable. The stories had said that those who held it were cursed, destined to bring ruin. That was why they had been destroyed.

Her accent heavy The first extraction attempt hits like a hand closing around my spine from the inside. Vorathian Aether architecture, I've read about it in the research logs, in the pre-mission briefings that feel like they happened to someone else's life. It is nothing like Zephyrian channeling. Where Vaelor's Aether moves through me like light through water, warm, golden, a thing that knows me, this is cold and precise and surgical. It reaches through my channels the way a key reaches into a lock, feeling for the mechanism.

He murmured, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. "You... you are an alpha... You shouldn't be here... comforting a slave like me, a-alpha..." "I'm very happy to do so. By the way, we should properly get to know each other. I'm Aziel Midnight. Alpha of the Midnight Moon pack. However, you can call me Aziel. But I'd like it if you call me Az." He said so casually like he didn't give a shit about hierarchy by allowing an omega_a mere slave to be precisely to call him, an alpha by a pet name!!

He reached into the air and seemed to grab the very fabric of reality, pulling it toward him. “He’s tracking her,” Virex whispered, his voice filled with a rare awe. “He isn't using scent. He’s using the Emotional Resonance. He’s tracking her soul-print through the Aether.” Xander let out a roar that shattered every window in the safehouse. He turned toward the Aether-Tech Hub, which loomed in the distance like a black spike against the dawn. To Xander, the tower wasn't made of glass and steel; it was a fortress of static. He could see the "Hush" still clinging to the walls, but more importantly, he could see a thin, white line of light connecting his heart to a room near the top.

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.

I scream as the connection stretches violently, pulled taut by a force that isn’t severing it— But claiming it. Ethan stiffens, eyes blazing with shock. “Rory—” The Crown screams. And somewhere far beyond Midnight’s borders, something ancient answers. Not with hunger. But recognition.

“I’m sorry, but I’m not just some stone. I have a heart, flesh, blood—the Aether—” “The Aether,” Caelora interrupted, her voice laced with quiet intensity. “You know its true name.” Her gaze bore into me, the weight of it as heavy as the knowledge itself. “How?” A knot formed in my throat as I nodded slowly. “I met a Wraith once, in the woods. She told me about it... about me.” “You caught a Wraith?” Caelora’s lips twitched in a half-smile, her eyes gleaming with something like admiration. “Very impressive.”

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.

* In a hotel, Bethany screamed as she stared at her phone, "Joe and Chloe are getting closer! When are you going to make your move? I want to go back to Joe’s side. I can't stand it anymore!” Pulling out a dagger from under her pillow, Xavia gave off a terrifying aura. "Soon." "Soon?" "Yes, soon." Xavia grinned as she approached Bethany. "Before that, I need you to make a small sacrifice."