Welcome to Aetherborn: Crushes, Curses & Creatures

Seraphine Vale is whisked away to Aetherborn Academy after a terrifying magical incident, she expects answers, not four dangerously captivating boys who seem unnervingly drawn to her. Alaric, the cold vampire noble. Kade, the brooding werewolf with eyes like storms. Damien, the charming dragon prince. And Lucien, the beautiful, unreadable incubus who invades her dreams. Each boy reacts to Seraphine as if they've known her far longer than she's been alive... and each one's powers surge unpredictably around her. As forbidden feelings spark and jealousy rises, Seraphine discovers a chilling truth: a prophecy ties her fate to theirs and to a sealed ancient power capable of either saving or destroying their world. Dark forces begin stirring beneath the Academy, hunting her magic... and her heart. To survive, Seraphine must unravel the mystery of who she really is and which boy she can trust when love itself might set the prophecy in motion. Because awakening the Aetherborn doesn't just change her destiny. It changes everyone around her.

Chapters

Chapter 1

The wind howled fiercely, like a wild animal, matching the raging fire that engulfed the old hall. Flames flickered against the stone walls, casting eerie shadows that swirled in the chaos of the night. Blood stained the marble floor, glistening in the madness, while screams, some chilling, others heartbreakingly human echoed through the grand columns that had stood tall for centuries.

In the center of this turmoil stood a girl with striking blue eyes, unmoving, her face unreadable. A crown of fire flickered above her, flames entwining in her hair like a haunting halo. She didn't

cry; not a single tear fell from her eyes. Maybe she should have.

With a shaking hand, she reached out toward the grand gate, beautifully designed from bones and shimmering moonstone, locked tight by magic long forgotten. Now, ancient symbols glowed brightly, almost as if they responded to her presence and her pain. The gate seemed to remember her.

Behind her lay four boys, broken and hurt. One of them coughed up thick, silver-tinged blood, his body barely holding on to life. Another struggled against chains made not of metal, but woven from his sorrow. A third boy lay completely still, his heart glowing gently in her hand like a precious treasure. The last boy looked at her with an unwavering loyalty that was hard to explain, dragging himself forward despite his injuries.

"Seraphine," he gasped, his voice filled with desperation. "Please don't..."

She turned slowly to face him not with anger, but with a deep sadness that seemed to come from countless lifetimes. Her voice was soft and gentle.

"They will keep coming," she whispered, her tone steady. "As long as I am alive, this world will never find peace."

"No, please!" he begged. "We'll figure something out. We always do!"

A sorrowful smile briefly touched her lips. "We've lived many lives trying to change this, and look where it has brought us."

Then her expression shifted, a sudden clarity filling her eyes. Memories rushed back to her like a tidal wave, overwhelming her with buried truths.

Her gaze sharpened as she looked at the four boys, fury and grief shining in her eyes.

"One of you betrayed me," she said, her voice trembling now. "One of you betrayed us. I see it all now. I remember everything."

The boys glanced at one another in shock, their expressions twisted with disbelief.

"I trusted you. I loved you. I cherished you. How could you do this?" Her voice broke. "Because of you, the world will burn. The prophecy will shatter. Chaos will reign."

She stepped forward. "Show yourself. I know who you are. If there's even an ounce of humanity left in you, stand up."

But before anyone could speak, the world erupted.

The gate burst into brilliant light, pulling the girl into its fiery embrace. Flames, wind, and anguished screams swirled inward as if the very universe was collapsing.

A dazzling light filled the hall, and the world cried out in pain, a sorrowful sound echoing through time.

And then, everything...

everything...

Was swallowed by silence.

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The autumn wind whispered through the sacred burial grounds as I knelt before Jake's gravestone, my fingers tracing the etched name that represented my last true family connection. The weathered gray stone stood among dozens of others—all that remained of the once-proud Moonridge Pack. "I miss you so much, Jake," I whispered, my voice catching as I placed three handmade moon charms at the base of the stone. Each one was crafted from silver wire and moonstone beads, a tradition our pack elder had taught me before she too was gone. "It's been three years, but it still feels like yesterday." The wind picked up, rustling the leaves around me. In my imagination, it carried Jake's response—warm, protective, telling me to stay strong as he always had. I closed my eyes, letting a tear slip down my cheek. "The pack healer says I'm healthy," I continued our one-sided conversation. "But I lost another one, Jake. Four months, just like the others." My hand instinctively went to my flat stomach, the phantom pain of loss lingering despite my inability to feel physical discomfort.

Fantasy Romance Werewolf

8.8

His Lost Lycan Luna: A Forbidden Lycan King Fantasy Romance

8.8

She was meant to die. He was meant to rule. Fate decided otherwise. Ivy lost everything the night her parents were murdered by her Alpha. Left packless and hunted, she learned quickly that mercy does not exist for rogues. By the time she turns eighteen, the sentence is inevitable. Death. But on the day she’s meant to be executed, the last Lycan King arrives. When King Kyson looks at Ivy, he doesn’t see a worthless rogue marked for death. Instead, he feels a pull he doesn’t understand and cannot ignore. He doesn’t know why he intervenes. He just knows he can’t let her die. So he spares her life and takes her. Bound to the Lycan King, Ivy becomes his consort, his possession, his obsession, his secret. What begins as captivity twists into something far more dangerous as a bond forms between them, deep and unbreakable, dragging both of them toward a destiny neither can escape. Because Kyson’s past is steeped in blood and vengeance. And loving Ivy may cost him the throne… or the war he’s been preparing for his entire life. When the truth finally comes to light, Kyson must choose what kind of king he will be. And Ivy must decide if she was born to be destroyed— Or crowned. Begin the epic high-fantasy romance series that redefines fated mates—where kingdoms rise and fall, secrets are deadly, and destiny demands more than love. If you crave forbidden royal romance, ruthless alphas, and mates who protect, dominate, and never let go, this series is for you. “I can not believe what I just read! Talk about emotional!! Can’t wait to read and find out what happens next!!” — Verified Purchaser. “I loved this book! I couldn't put it down, I kept finding myself wanting to read more and more, and before I knew it, I was finished. I can't wait to read the rest of them!” — Verified Purchaser. For mature readers: This series explores dark paranormal romance themes and includes violence, possessive dynamics, explicit sexual content, and references to sexual violence. Reader discretion is advised.

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8.8

Luna Unveils Her Royal Status

8.8

The familiar scent of pack territory filled my nostrils as I stepped onto the inter-pack competition set, my daughter's small hand clasped firmly in mine. Three years had passed since I'd walked among my kind like this—three years since I'd escaped the suffocating bond that had been slowly killing my spirit. "Remember what Mama told you," I whispered to Celeste, crouching to her level. Her innocent eyes—so like her father's—gazed back at me with a wisdom beyond her years. "I'm not supposed to talk about Papa being the king," she whispered back, her little fingers playing with the silver charm bracelet Alexander had given her. "Or that you're the queen." I smiled and brushed a strand of her midnight hair behind her ear. "That's right, little moon. It's our special secret for now." As we walked further into the filming area, I felt it happen—my pearl-white Luna aura rippled outward, a force I once tried to suppress but now embraced fully. The crowd parted instinctively, their gasps audible even over the bustle of the production crew. I caught fragments of their whispers like scattered puzzle pieces.

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9.8

Rejected by the Alpha, Claimed by the King

9.8

I was the Alpha’s chosen mate, but he was devoted only to his Luna. The Luna, Veda Rice, spent her days lost in love with Alpha Raiden Larson, paying no mind to the pack’s internal affairs. With the responsibility of managing the pack falling by the wayside, the task fell to me. I became the de facto Beta, overseeing the pack’s daily operations. Years later, when Raiden ascended as the Lycan King, the pack elders pushed for me to become the Queen. I rose from a chosen mate to the Luna, while the once-untouchable Veda was demoted to the position she once looked down upon—a chosen mate. I joined the pack at 14, just as Raiden and Veda’s bond was sealed. Their love story was the stuff of legends, celebrated by the entire pack. And I? I was the unwelcome shadow in their perfect tale.

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8.0

Rejected by the Alpha, My Luna Roared

8.0

The screams reached me first. High-pitched and terrified, they tore through the pack house like claws ripping through flesh. My heart stopped mid-beat as I recognized the voice—Emma. "MOMMY!" I dropped the basket of herbs I'd been gathering and ran, my feet barely touching the ground as I raced toward my daughter's cries. The scent hit me next—blood, so much blood, mixed with the putrid stench of rogues. "Emma!" I screamed, my voice breaking as I burst through the garden doors. Pack members were rushing in every direction, warriors shouting commands as they pursued something—or someone—fleeing through the western border. But I couldn't focus on that. All I could see was Martha, our elderly pack healer, kneeling over a small, crumpled form on the grass. My baby.

Action Fantasy Werewolf

8.4

Rejected By The Luna's Twisted Virtue

8.4

My elder sister, Luna Estelle Adams, prided herself on her independence. She never begged for anything, least of all from a man. When my brother Fletcher was falsely accused and imprisoned, my father went to the Lake Jade Packhouse, pleading with her to use her position to advocate for his release before Alpha Edward Castillo. But she stood there, righteous and unyielding, her voice cold and detached. "A wolf must have pride," she said, her chin lifted high. "We should never stoop to begging. If Fletcher is innocent, the Alpha will release him. Justice will prevail." When Miley Powell, the Delta, forced me to kneel for hours, causing me to lose my unborn child, I begged Estelle to intervene, to demand justice. But she simply shook her head, her expression distant and unfeeling. "A wolf must stand on their own," she said, her voice calm but firm.

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Welcome to Aetherborn: Crushes, Curses & Creatures

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