روايات وقصص ضمن Zhongli X Aether

“The core is beginning to self-evacuate. Its Aether is leaking into the atmosphere. In six weeks… It’s irreversible.” Vaelor’s expression did not change, but Lirian felt the bond spike with cold resolve. He reached out, small hand resting on Vaelor’s arm, a subtle touch that grounded them both. A few hours. The nexus waited at the planet’s center, ethereal and ancient, glowing with raw planetary light no mortal eye had seen in centuries. A chamber of floating crystal lattices and living Aether veins, where the core’s song could be heard as clearly as a heartbeat.

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.

She looked so young and fragile, cradling her belly which was beginning to protrude like it was the most precious thing in the world, as if she could protect it from the darkness lurking outside. Aether stood in front of her and carried her up, his voice calm and reassuring, his hand steady on her shoulder. “Stay positive, Melina, Laziel is my brother too. Don’t worry he will come back to you whole and alive. I promise you that.” Her sobs began to quiet, a flicker of hope igniting within her as she clung to his words. She nodded, trembling, as he helped her back to rest. But once she was gone, I caught the flicker of worry in Aether’s eyes—the burden he was hiding from her. He stood up, his

Lin Qixuan shook her head; she only looked at Ling Qingzhu for a moment before turning her gaze back to Long Chen. “Is that… him?” Xie Xue asked Li Wei, who was standing beside her. “Yes! He came to help us,” Li Wei replied, smiling happily at the sight of Long Chen. Xie Xue was also overjoyed; it turned out Long Chen was indeed still alive, and his current power far surpassed her own. “Little dragon, retreat!” Long Chen snapped his fingers once more, instantly teleporting the little dragon to Ling Qingzhu’s location. A light instantly enveloped the entire alliance army, shielding them from the effects of the blood pressure surge.

“Then you think this Zander could be one of them?” Candice nodded slowly, her gaze unfocused as she recalled every scrap of information she could. “It’s possible. If he’s not one of the sons, then he’s someone under their command. The House of Aetherion was always rumored to experiment with forbidden elemental rituals… and if what Althea did earlier truly mirrors Aetherion’s lost techniques, then that man won’t stop until he gets to her.” Her voice dropped lower, almost a whisper. “Zander might even be sent to confirm it.”

"Good! The sync is absolute! I feel your strength in every swing, Lior! It’s like I have the reach of ten men!" Lior smiled—a fleeting, savage expression. He parried a heavy axe blow, his forearm glowing as he absorbed the shock, and countered with a kick that sent the attacker flying into his own comrades. "And I feel your resolve, Aziel! It’s cold, sharp, and perfectly focused. This is what the bond wanted from the start. Us as a singular entity. How does it feel to finally stop fighting the tether?"

Lilly is one of the workers in the house, she’s the one person who makes a house less suffocating, she is around my age but older than me by two years. She pulled me in for a hug snuggling into me and trying to make me feel it’ll be better without even saying it as I could read through her mind. “I’ll be fine, I can handle this. I will surely find my way out” I say to her before she can spit what she intended to say. She sighs, “You’re being married off to an Alpha Lyra, and you know what that means right?” I shrug, “I don’t think even he can defy me. Whoever he is, I’m certain he doesn’t want this as much as I don’t too, so we could maybe come to an agreement and wiggle our way out of the s

"I'm not really they're uncle." I watch as shoulders suddenly drop. One of the oldest twins steps forward and gives me a short salute and an eye roll towards Ashrac. "We like to call him uncle because it bugs him. Name's Drayce of the Purple Dragon Clan. We're twelve. This is my brother Ejder of the Purple Dragon Clan." They are both tall and lean with a lot of growing to do, but you can see they'll be the size of Ashrac before long. Both girls dutifully step forward next. They begin at the same time, stop, and then the one on the right speaks. "I'm Zara of the Purple Dragon Clan and this is-"

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.