Xiao X Aether Novels & Stories

Alex replies snapping me out of my evil thoughts. "Well then let me help you with that, am sure you have more important things to do." I smile politely picking up the cup. "But, Mr Xavier won't lik....... " "Am sure he won't mind." I quickly add. I grin tug on the corner of my lips, the sound of my heels against the tiled floor like music in my ear as I walk to Xavier's office, stiring the cup after adding a drop of my evil potion. Eye drop. Its one of Shelley's recipe she usually use on her ex boyfriend's. The eye drop, when ingested causes a serious case of diarrhoea.

[EXTERNAL_STABILIZATION: CRITICAL] While Sereia fought the war of logic inside her mind, the physical world was becoming a Null Zone. Xander was pinned against the crystalline tower, the violet siphons biting deep into his shoulders. He could feel his Alpha energy—the raw, silver essence of the White Mane lineage—being pulled out of him like liquid mercury. Every time a siphon pulsed, his vision flickered between the hangar and a grey, static-filled void. "Alpha... holding... the line..." he wheezed, his muscles bulging as he fought the siphons. He didn't look at the towers. He looked at Sereia.

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.

His gaze swept over the room, lingering briefly on Zoe with an unreadable look before he continued. “To understand your own abilities, you must first understand the legacies from which they were born,” he said. “This is the history of the Aetherians, the ancient beings chosen by the gods to guard and channel the four elemental powers.” At the mention of “Aetherians,” Zoe’s hand subconsciously moved to the book Elara had given her earlier, now tucked safely in her bag. It had mentioned this word several times, describing the Aetherians as individuals chosen by divine entities to wield unique elemental powers that influenced the very balance of nature.

With witchcraft you can reverse a spell; anything else is a whole other ballgame. “So what do you need from us?” Aeron, who has been keeping quiet the entire time, finally speaks up. I get to my feet and splay my hands on my desk, meeting their gazes. “Well, you no longer need to keep a low profile. She wants to know you all, she wants her memories back and to have a relationship with you all again. Just don’t bombard her with information,” I say. “There’s also Nereo, your nephew.” Aeron perks up. “I’ve been looking forward to meeting the little guy. Where are they now?”

"I will answer all of them. My name is Principal Adaeze. You are at Aethon Academy and you were sedated for your own comfort during transport." "My comfort," I repeat. "You are welcome." I stare at him. "That was not a thank you." He almost smiles. Almost. "Aethon Academy is a school for supernaturally gifted individuals. It exists separately from the world you grew up in. You have been enrolled as a student and this is now your home." "Enrolled," I say. "I did not enroll anywhere. I was in a bathroom." "Yes. We are aware of how you arrived." "You kidnapped me."

'All right, dear son, stop playing and go to do your homework. A woman in pajamas walked out of the room, took her cell phone, and waved to them. 'Brother, you actually brought a woman back. Hello, my name is Ethan Yuanyuan, and I am the most beautiful sister of this guy.' Xenos Winter smiled and explained, 'My name is Xenos Winter, and I'm a friend of Ethan's. I dropped something here when I came here last time, and I came to pick it up this time. I hope I didn't disturb you.'

She could hear animalistic sounds coming from outside and while she was glad that they had not been killed, she wasn’t so sure about this time. She could hear the snapping of bones and she knew that the fight got more serious than it was before. Right outside, Alpha Xander stood above Alpha Norman. “Spare me please.” He begged. Xander wanted to spare him so he could be an example to other Alphas who wanted to be over ambitious. He needed to remind them that this was his territory and nothing happened without his permission. But then he looked at the three girls whose lifeless bodies lay in the grass. He made up his mind.

The earth screamed beneath their feet, and the skies darkened with smoke. When the rivers turned red and the sun bled gold upon the thorns of the burned forests, Finvarra wept. In his grief, he drew his faithful into a sanctuary of living earth, a city hidden within roots and vines. This city became Aether, the green heart of the world. Acacia, her light dimmed by sorrow, gathered her daughters — Sorceresses, Witches, and mortals who still believed in her grace — and raised the radiant city of Astarte, veiled in crystal and magic wards.

All wolves deserves a pack and was granted a pack title by the Alpha, no matter how dark a status the pack may have. It is possible to say they're pursuers from the dark packs. I squint my eyes but as I force myself to look further, my vision began to turn blurry. The moment my head felt light, my body follows weakly falling down. The happening was so fast it's almost too scary. In the midst of losing consciousness, I still witnessed the way the carriage doors opened before a man with white long hair and peculiar purple eyes stares at me with a smirk. "It is beyond the greatest pleasures to lay my humble eyes on you, Luna Leaxandra."