Alluring Aura Meaning Novels & Stories

“I knew it the moment I saw you. The moment you stood up to me, when your smell permeated my nostrils, when my eyes met yours. Your soul, your fire, everything about you calls for me, Thea. It still does.” “And—” “Is that what your wife meant when she called me an Aureate?” My hands ball into fist. “She's not my wife, Thea. And yes, that's what Isla meant.” “What's an Aureate?” How much do I tell her? Maybe all. Maybe the more she knows about me, the more she can let me into her world. Maybe… just maybe. “An Aureate is… the fated mate of a turned vampire.” I say.

The chamber was quiet, yet Eloria’s thoughts roared louder than any storm. Could it be? Aura. She had spent her life searching, doubting, and believing in fragments. Her ancestors wrote of him—the Primal Alpha, the God of Wolves, bound in the Dream Realm. His return was meant to shake the balance of all things. But Aura was flesh and fang, a beast of power, not… this. Her mind faltered. The thing she had seen through pictures, that shadow feeding on human blood—it didn’t match the journals, the prophecies, the myths she had memorized a thousand times. Aura was not a phantom. Aura was a storm. Aura was life and death bound in one howl.

Aurelia added at the end of her laughter. “Alright, I will.” “Is Lucian not back yet?” Aurora asked, and Aurelia shook her head. “But I think he will be back in no time from now.” “Good. You end this call now and go and get ready. Dress up in something nice — and when I say nice, I do not mean nice. I mean nicely provocative, something that will pass the information across to Lucian,” Aurora said to Aurelia. “Do I really have to?” “You have to. Now go and get to it. Call me back when you are done dressing up. I have to make sure you dress like you should — and dump your blue clothings, Aurelia. Wear black; it is more sexy and provocative,” Aurora urged her.

86. The ringing of wedding bells! 'It feels good when you know you're claimed by someone who loves you like his soul. Someone who treats you like a princess and worships you like an idol.' Aura blushed at her reflection she stared in the mirror. Her neck was filled with love bites and a certain mark on her shoulder she couldn't take her eyes away from.

He asks Aurelia with a warning and a fact for Aurelia to think. Aurelia's physique was a bit special. She chose the Heavenly Oracle physique that could perceive the answer she sought and the truth behind the thing she was holding in her hand. This physique didn’t have much use in a fight except the ability to perceive the truth behind every movement, Whether it was a true attack or feint, she just needed to gaze at it for a bit and the truth and intention behind that movement would show it to her.

I ask him what he means, and he says that her aura is jsut different. “Everyone has their own aura, but each supernatural species also has its own aura. Werewolves have a white aura which I am guessing is associated with their moon goddess. Dragons all have a reddish-white aura which I guess is related to the fact that we all can breathe fire. Witches have a blueish-purple aura which must be associated with their magic. The woman had a pale purple/blue-grey aura. Not sure what that means, though.” Polaris explains.

he ordered while reaching into his robes and gripping the dagger concealed within. “Roger” came the reply. … #That power! Is that aura? Kylie Smith is an Aura User?!# Aura User! A name that was synonymous with the phrase ‘heaven blessed’. It carried a different level of recognition and respect and made one akin to a being set apart from the world. As long as one could control aura properly, one would become a fearful existence. The eyes of everyone in the audience were drawn to Kylie. Her reddened eyes and red aura were as menacing as the blood of the stars themselves, and they couldn’t help but shudder when they looked at her.

“I don’t have any powers. I can do two things. I can mindlink our pack members, and I have that… aura, I think is what you werewolves call it? I’m not really sure what it does.” “It lets us know you’re someone important.” “What does it feel like? To you?” she asks. “Like starlight and like no other aura I’ve felt before. Alpha auras are commanding and protective, and sometimes possessive and suffocating. Yours is… comforting and magical. Powerful, but in a different way than an alpha or other ranked wolf aura.”

It was selfish of me to do this when someone's life was at risk but I was willing to take the second offer. "What's your offer?" I asked the next spirit. The Amazonian figure set her Eden green eyes on me as if studying me and I did the same. She was beautiful. With seraph’s ears and a pixie’s nose, anyone would kill for. I wondered what killed her. Probably this godforsaken kingdom. She blinked and her lips parted into a smile and not the sweet kind, I could feel something sinister coming.