Xiao X Aether Novels & Stories

"But I have thought about everything. And I’ve thought about letting you down—again. And it hurts so much to even think about." I looked away, feeling tears press behind my eyes. "Then don’t do it." "I have to. I am the Aether. I need to feel it." "Then don’t be the Aether!" I snapped. "Just be Maerwynn!" I said, a tear rolling down my cheek. A cool breeze swept across my shoulder, and a soft hand pressed to my cheek in the blink of an eye. Caelora stepped back quickly. I blinked, watching as a tiny ball of water danced between her fingers. Then she tucked it away in a shimmering horn-shaped vial.

"Revenge, my dear. Pure, unadulterated revenge. Seraphina wronged me long before she ever crossed your path." Orion frowned. "But what makes you think she won't double-cross you? She's known for her cunning and deceit." Malachi's voice grew cold, "Because this time, I have something she desperately wants." He extended his hand, revealing a small, shimmering vial filled with a liquid that seemed to pulse with life. "The Essence of Aether." Liora gasped. The Essence of Aether was a legend — a potion rumored to amplify a person's powers tenfold.

Kairos stepped forward, utilizing his telepathic abilities to bridge the gap between the Guardians and the Aethers. He projected images of the pristine past, of a world teeming with life, a stark contrast to the barren landscape that surrounded them. He then channeled the despair and anger of the dying ecosystem, allowing the Aethers to feel the planet's pain as their own. The emotions resonated deeply. A collective gasp filled the air as the Aethers experienced the raw anguish of their world. Tears streamed down Elder Aerilon's face as he looked upon their ruined paradise. This collective experience sparked a transformation. The Aethers, once consumed by despair, were now fueled by a burnin

A group of initiates nearby paused, their white eyes flickering as they processed the "In-efficient Acoustic Event." "Voices are for emergencies," Vara signaled, a hint of her old self breaking through the indigo haze of her thoughts. "Why use the air when you can use the Aether?" "Because the air belongs to us," Kael muttered. "The Aether belongs to them." The Glitch in the Hallows

He didn't see their expression and spaced out instead, whisking his beer bottle in a lazy circular motion. Vayu cleared his throat and stepped in to explain. "Aether energy is naturally in opposition with nether energy, but the aether in us Twelve Scions are somehow different. Our aether clashes with silverstream as well. They could effectively hurt us just as much as we could effectively hurt them. Lars remembered something from his early Chimera hunting days and said, "Oh, right. I remember you told me that our Scion Force even could purify the silverstream as long we're in Mirepa's vicinity."

Dominic growled playfully against her skin. Ahead of them, the path opened into the grand center of the gardens: the Aether-Core Basin. At the center of a circular floating terrace sat an ancient, crystalline fountain that drew pure, unrefined atmospheric Aether Qi directly from the mesosphere, channeling it into a pool of liquid starlight that fed the surrounding gardens. The air here was so thick with natural celestial energy that visible, glowing ribbons of silver, gold, and violet magic floated through the atmosphere like living silk.

Alexa thought of her siblings again contemplating to go back this time around She had continued her journey promising to come back when things had calmed down. In the meantime, she could be sending them gifts for her little siblings through travellers. She had stepped on something sharp which brought her back to reality. Here she was making plans when she had no particular destination in mind. She was running, her legs trembling from the fear of being caught. Alexa had escaped from the dream every spinster in the kingdom of Cleave had. She had planned to follow her childhood best friend, Dickson to study in the neighboring Kingdom but her father would not hear of it.

Taking a deep breath, I closed my eyes to calm myself for a minute when she speaks again. “He wants us all dead,” I dropped my gaze back at her to find Brock embracing her closer, whispering sweet nothing into her ear as she struggled not to break-down. I crouched beside her and I noticed Brock stiffen all alert. It seems as though he is ready to punch me anytime if I ever try something like releasing my aura. An alpha’s aura can make you weak, but I only released aura enough to still allow Syria to speak, making me feel like such an asshole for an alpha.

Steven said as he remembered a now dead Thogg's blood which had already clotted on the living room floor. "Roger that boss" Cage stamped his fisted right palm on the left part of his chest. The remaining part of the gang bowed their heads as The Big Four walked out of the room. What just happened to Thogg was part of the X-habit game. Play by the rules or get punished in return. Commit a sin and get ready to pay a sacrifice. That was X-habit.

We landed with my back facing the ground full of marbles, shattered bottles, and garbage while she landed in a kneeling position with her blazing eyes still staring at me and her hand on my neck. “Never forget that I AM MIKHA’EL,” She said in a thundering voice that made the whole place shake, and she stood up and spread her wings and flew away in her phoenix form. Like nothing happened. Yes, I am nothing compared to her. HE IS MICHAEL who disguises himself as a teenage girl. WTF?