Alluring Aura Meaning Novels & Stories

I asked, intrigued. Closing her book, Allorah moves closer to the table. “How do I explain? You see, we beings had a body, but one that was given to us by the goddess. This is a copy of that body. And what I mean by aura is that we had this aura that glow like a hue around us, one that showed our powers,” Allorah said thinking, “The goddess explained once that this was what identified us. It would tell what role we partake on the realm.”

Taking a deep breath, she began reading. '...An aura can be described as the emanation of colours that surround a being — living or non-living. The power has been bestowed upon a very few psychics, witches and wizards. Those who have been ordained with such a power describe it as a blessing and a curse as it can act as strength or weakness. Honing it is an arduous task...

Her eyes bore into mine. "You are not anything like a wild dog. You are a strong, loving, forgiving, Luna who cares about her pack and has found a way to forgive all of us who caused you pain. Aura, you are the heart and soul of this pack, the heart, and soul of me." I watched her hoping she would understand. I held my hand out to her again, this time she took it. I pulled her into my lap and she wrapped her arms around me as she buried her face in my neck. I closed my eyes as I inhaled her scent. I don't know how long we stayed like that. Delmor's voice in my mind aggravated me; I just want to stay with my Aura.

Yellow, one of the most common aura color, it was said to be the color of helper, someone who always got someone’s else back, a shield behind, people with this aura color were usually loyal, yet dangerous foes. Red, people with this aura color usually takes everything under them, they are born to be a leader, they are bound to become the head and not the tail, they are people who believed in action speaks louder than words. Gold, one of the rarest aura color, people with this aura usually have protected by the divine, they are guided by a holy one, their soul was near to perfection, molded by so much pressure and tough times. Black, this has always been a picture of misfortune, however, peop

She stopped at my gaze, holding it as though she could peer into the deepest corners of my soul. “You…” she began, voice low, almost reverent, “your aura… it is unlike anything I have seen in centuries. Rare. Dangerous. Beautiful.” I felt my chest tighten. “My… aura?” I whispered, unsure how to respond. “I… don’t understand.” Her lips curved slightly, a knowing smile touching her eyes. “No one ever does at first. Few even recognize it. But I do. I have… seen souls like yours before.” I swallowed, heart fluttering nervously. “What… what does that mean?”

“You saw my aura? What is the aura of my body, rose Mary?” "Your body aura is a very soft white aura, you are truly a very beautiful Alpha, Elissa. I really like it when I see your body aura, and I feel like other women's body auras also vary, even though they are home, or Omega, at least they show people who are so beautiful too. I didn't expect that every woman and human wolf here would have so much beauty, and I'm very sure that when we turn into complete human wolves, we will soon be the workers of a series of defeated humans who are so very beautiful and gentle."

“But she possesses the ravenous hunger of a nymphomaniac.” “A nymphomaniac?” I asked in disbelief. “She feeds on the biological essence of those she makes sexual contact with,” Strahovsky replied. “Aurora here is what you could refer to as a succubus.” I sighed. Aurora waved innocently at me. Although I could see a lot of mischief in her eyes. “I am waiting for the part where her importance is revealed to me.” I spoke. “Well, I am trying to see I she can give essence instead of taking them,” Strahovsky said.

A tall figure with a perfectly sculpted face and long gray hair and a tall body was dressed in luxurious clothes in Pitch Black. "I am not a demon!" replied the figure. Even his voice was very melodious, making Aranjo feel calm. The emperor saw clearly the aura surrounding Aranjo's tiny body, a yellow aura a sign of low magic power. However, what caught his attention were the other colors that framed the yellow aura. There is a reddish gold colored refraction framing the aura. The emperor could see how the baby grew into a beautiful child with a thick seductive aura. The child's gaze can make those who look at her feel affection for her and her smile can make those who see her give up everyt

Elion answered proudly. "So, when one's aura is eerily silent, what does that mean?" "Well, there are usually two options. Either the person has a Godly presence residing in her, or one of utmost evil." Elion replied. "Wow, so Firoza is truly more than she appears." Elena whispered thoughtfully. "Yes. And more powerful too. That was why we did well to steer clear of her path. I thought you'd noticed that." "Yeah. You guys were probably too good at hiding it that I never noticed."

“You are not alone, Manolya. Such a beautiful young lady you’ve become. İnşallah he will recover soon.” (God willing, he will recover soon.) As the conversations around me continued, I quietly focused on practicing my gift, hoping reading the guests’ colorful auras would distract me from the anxiety twisting in my chest. Most of the ballroom shimmered with soft golden-yellow hues, warm and bright beneath the chandeliers. “What does the gold mean again?” I asked through the mind link, trying not to lose focus as another guest smiled at me. Pareia’s calm voice echoed in my mind immediately. “Happiness. Sincerity. Comfort. Those people genuinely care.”