Aura Brushed Novels & Stories

She charged at Ashley, who didn't even move an inch. "Don't you dare touch me" Ashley sterned, glaring at Claire, who stopped halfway. Suddenly, the siren sounded, indicating time for morning assembly. "I'll get back at you" Claire fired with clenched jaws and stomped to her seat. With a victorious smile plastered on her lips, Ashley stood up. She stretched her arms like she just finished doing a whole lot of work. "Hurry, let's go" Annabelle urged. "Calm down, why are you in a hurry huh?"

The last message was still the one he sent that morning about how he was going to get her sandwiches. Gayle didn't reply. He tapped on his phone and sent the photo of the aurora. [Gayle, I just finished work, so I came to see the aurora. Get well soon. I'll bring you here next time.] The photo loaded for a while before sending. But then, nothing else happened. There was no immediate reply like before. No string of excited messages like [Wow!] or [Amazing! It's so dreamy! I would like to visit too!]

The rune-light around the threshold flickered. My copy’s smile faltered—just a fraction. Kieran’s coal-bright gaze narrowed. Dax’s breath hitched as the chain on his arm flared hotter, but his eyes—his real eyes—locked on mine. “Aria,” he rasped, voice strained. “Whatever you’re doing—finish it.” The ancient voice in my bones returned, calm and steady: Speak true. True. Not loud. Not dramatic. True. I looked at my copy. “I’m not you,” I said softly.

“Brave one.” “I’d like to think so,” Gabby replied, reaching for a bread roll. Aurora took her seat at the head of the table beside Aries, their hands briefly brushing in a subtle, grounding touch. She scanned the table, her gaze softening when it landed on Seris. She looked happy. Relaxed. Confident. “Gabby,” Aurora said kindly. “We’re glad to have you.” “Thank you, Queen Aurora. I’m honored to be here,” Gabby said with respectful ease.

Aurora jumped upstage. She grabbed the edge of her hoodie and pulled it over her head. She was wearing a tank top and leggings underneath. Her fit and graceful body immediately caught everyone’s attention. Aurora stretched her shoulders and grinned at Baron. She raised a hand and crooked her index finger. “Bring it on,” she beamed. Baron glared at her. He was infuriated by Aurora’s gesture. Letting out a deafening roar, he suddenly lunged at Aurora! Astonished gasps came from the crowd as Aurora deftly dodged this powerful charge.

"You look beautiful," Dave praised with admiration as he scanned Aurora's appearance from head to toe. Aurora was wearing black skinny jeans and a long-sleeved white t-shirt. Dave preferred Aurora's look with minimal makeup, her brown-blonde hair tied back in a ponytail like this. Aurora looked like a teenager, while Dave seemed more like an older brother or, more accurately, an uncle. "I might really be turning into a pedophile," Dave muttered to himself with a amused smile.

"Yes. I'm fine. He is too strong though. Aurora, you need to run!" "I never run Rey", Aurora said as she charged towards Black bourne with Luna behind her, Luna could hear Asher's words play in her head : 'Sometimes you need to allow the beast take the wheel'. She instinctively landed a surprise blow which sent Black Bourne reeling with pain allowing Aurora to disarm him and follow up with a furious combo to his chest and face.

She truly means it. "Hey..." Rayne's sweet voice catches my attention, making me look at her. I walk over to her and she surprises me by taking my hand and placing a ring on my finger. "That was my dad's... it's yours now," she speaks through the tears that roll down her pink cheeks. I softly bring her close to me by placing my hand on the small of her back and pulling her towards me. I bend down and kiss her lips, trying to satisfy my need for their sweet taste. I tuck a strand of her hair behind her ear. Her hair is shorter now, it no longer reaches her waist as it used to, it's just below her shoulders. She had to cut it because we needed to shield our army. I can feel her hot tears as th

Emilia shot back just as I heard a sharp scream from outside. "What was that?" Sara questioned. "Aaron! Why isn't this thing moving?" I yelled at the rider. Silence! I angrily flipped the curtain blocking the outside world and was caught by the gruesome sight. Aaron was a bloody mess of blood and bone. The horses were unusually calm but my senses said otherwise. I looked into the distance and cloaked into the darkness was a pair of blazing orange irises and crimson-stained canines. I immediately regretted my decision. The girls trembled at the sight and almost immediately, Emilia jolted out.

I noticed that it was his arm lying flat across my stomach that made me not move so I had to peel it slowly to not wake him up. Finally, after being able to breathe normally, I turned to look at him. A smile registered on my face at the sight of him. His slow breaths tickled my skin as we are just inches away from each other. I raised my hand up close to his face and draw my finger along his pointed nose, down to his lips. Cyrus is gorgeous. Not only does he have a drool-worthy body, a beautiful face, but his attitude pulled me more to him. He is short tempered, yes, but the way he acts in from of me really made me believe that behind his intimidating personality is a heart that could warm a