Capitano X Aether Romane & Geschichten

Half the Sky battalion suddenly forgets how wings work and falls screaming into the void. I ride the lightning rail that loops the main plaza, board sparking violet, katana singing. A Sky captain (taller, older, crown of frozen stormclouds) drops in front of me, spear spinning. Sky Captain: “Yield the throne you were never meant to sit, little queen.” I smile with too many teeth. Celeste: “Come take it.” He lunges. I parry with Hellebore Mist, the blade drinks his spear’s wind and spits it back as a tornado that rips his own wings off.

Luca growled, stepping closer and the guy started speaking again. "He asked for her in return for his loyalty. And as a punishment for Silvia's betrayal, Alpha Alonso handed her over to Armando who held her captive as his property. In return, he helped Alonso in hiding and fighting for him. After some time Silvia escaped from Armando but before she could escape Alpha Alonso caught her and beat her to death. Armando beat her too. She was dying but Alpha Alonso couldn't see her dying so he saved her. He then tattooed her neck and she vowed to never betray him again and yet she betrayed him," That guy gritted only to earn a solid punch on his face causing him to fall back on the bed groaning in

- Excellent. I walk towards it and Santiago slowly gets up. — Calm down, we haven't even started the war properly, Death Knight. —Santiago. — Victório says firmly, attracting his brother’s gaze. - Any less. Capo dei Capi snorts, walking over to another chair. I grit my teeth and stare at Santiago until he moves away from me, then I sit down where I was. Everyone sits down and I rest my elbows on the table, clasping my hands in front of my chin.

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.

The command-skiff didn't just malfunction; it began to scream. It was a mechanical, high-pitched wail of grinding gears and overtaxed circuits, a sound that harmonized perfectly with the howling iron-storms of Proxima b. ​Elena stood on the hull, her silver blades buried deep in the chrome plating. She could feel the vibration of the anti-matter engines beneath her boots, a violent, unstable pulse that threatened to tear the ship apart. But she didn't let go. The "Null-Link" in her skin was glowing a brilliant, ocular bronze, the Aether-code flowing from her fingertips into the ship’s mainframe like a digital virus.

"For eighteen years, we searched every village, every city, every orphanage, every hospital." "And yet destiny placed her directly before the future Alpha." He stopped before the ancient altar. His fingers brushed the faded symbols carved into its surface. "How poetic." I swallowed hard. "My Lord..." "Who is she?" He turned. For the first time, I noticed his eyes beneath the hood. They weren't human. They glowed an unnaturally. "The girl," he said quietly, "is the final descendant of the Ardent Bloodline." "The last key." "The last sacrifice." He continued.

I said while leaning against the car next to him. A gentle night breeze stroked our hair. "Do you remember the time I stole Alpha's car for you?" He asked and passed me the cigarette. "Yeah..." I took a long draft. Lucian said, "I got badly beaten by Alpha at that time. I was begging him to stop, saying stupid things that 'I'm his brother. I just want to make him happy.' And Alpha said something that I would never forget in my life." "What was it?" I frowned. Lucian imitated my father's voice and replied, "You're his Beta. That's ahead of everything. If you don't know what it means, son, I will beat it every day until this message is inscribed in your mind."

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One in particular caught my eye. Dante Kade. Captain. Number 17. Ice-blue eyes. A name that came with a hundred headlines and at least five fangirl forums I pretended not to browse. He looked lethal. The kind of lethal that made smart girls run and stupid girls fall. I wasn’t here to do either. I tore my eyes away from the poster and squared my shoulders. The heel of my boot clicked against the tile with more attitude than I felt. I could fake it. I’d faked worse.

“I’m not exactly a sports person.” “You will be after tonight. The energy is addictive. Hawthorne versus Westfield is always brutal—especially because of the captains. Brad Walker versus Sebastian Hale. Pure rivalry.” I raised an eyebrow. “Sebastian Hale?” “Captain of Westfield. Tall, insanely talented, and actually a decent guy from what I’ve heard not the cocky asshole type like Brad and his crew. The stands go wild whenever he’s on the ice. Total heartthrob material.” She winked. “You’ll see why.”