Aura Dark Novels & Stories

The word 'them' was almost whispered conspiratorially as if he was afraid that someone would hear them. "Them?" Xavier echoed and it was then that Erica finally started seeing the familiar blackish-brown auras around the two Elders. She swallowed back her nervousness as she tried to remember what each aura or mixture of them meant. "A black aura, which is highly rare entails dark energy. You should know that a black aura is acquired when a person has lowered himself to such low levels of treachery and vicious deeds that there is no way back, no redemption. And brown follows black, denoting selfish motives and selfish nature of that person." Elias' words came back to her, loud and clear.

Uraraka; is from a family of assassins, his powers include turning Vampire which will boost his abilities and blood eye which once activated can create a domain where the human five sense organ can't work. The Dawn; a secret organization also know as Aurora Order and highly linked to most of my story, they want to find secret on how to gain immortality and can opt to anything to make that happen. Degenerate; falling gods and Angels demons; not human and at the same time not degenerate but tethering on the line between both.

•••••In the dungeon••••• As a child, Aurora had always been scared of darkness because as a child she used to felt that darkness holds all the monsters and if get any closer to it then those monsters will catch her. But now she happily and willingly embraces darkness as they provide her solace because she knew that she'll be safe here. She did not have anyone except other than Michael to talk to but after some days she even stopped trying to talk to him as she started to feel strength less and later found that the cut on her head that she got from guard had started to get infected. She was just a mere weak human who had no reason or motivation to be alive. She had given up on living a long t

Issa rounded her eyes, stuttering, “…What did you say?” “Oh, was my language too elegant for you to understand?” Aurora raised an eyebrow, “Or should I say…Fuck off?” Issa’s cheeks seemed to be on fire. “You can’t ask me to leave! I represent the House of Dark—” she cried. “Then the House of Dark can have a word with me. But right now, I want you out of my sight,” Aurora chuckled lightly. She had no interest in playing these silly girls’ mind games. Her time was too valuable to be wasted on Issa.

Aurora's dead body was lying lifelessly on the ground. The heavy rainfall washed the blood off her body. The water flowing on the ground became red from her blood. Rivers of blood were flowing from the cliff like a red waterfall. Soon the rain stopped and the sky began to turn crimson red and a person suddenly appeared near her. It was Amara. Amara is the embodiment of Darkness. She's the most powerful in the Dark World. She looked at Aurora with pity and used her powers to make her alive.

“Would we be able to identify the Shadow?” “Shadows have a grey Aura, in the worse cases black. The issue is their aura changes with their moods. They have unstable magic. If they are thinking thoughts of light their aura will appear white. This makes them hard to find at times. But I wouldn’t want us to find it. Not until we are prepared.”

he doesn’t even understand what the girl’s shouting but she seems like a witch –chanting her evil spell “Don’t just stand! Fight!” he urges his team as the undead still multiplying like crazy “A –are you su –sure about this Alfonso? They outnumbered us!” cowardly hiding in the corner, some people did not help them and just settled themselves in the dark “Choose people! Fight them or die here? That’s the only thing that we can do” Alfonso shouted and the cowards still crept in the dark “wa –what’s this?” “Ahk!” it’s a great mistake to hid and cover up in the darkness because where there’s a dark the shadows/soul is more dominant

The edges ragged and jagged tears bit into the words. Lloyd peered close, the rips making it a bit harder to read, as well as the uneven script, written by a hand that had been shaking. The sun is bright. But all around us is darkness. I could have all the gold in the world. The hidden locations are wide open. But the cost is crippling. I had much of it tossed over the side. The weeds can conceal it and the drowned men can have use of it. The beast knows I came close to finding some way out. And the consequence was worse. Their souls, my own and the blood of children. It won't be sated until a hundred or maybe more have been slaughtered.

Lila spat, though her voice felt small, fragile. “Am I not?” Arika cooed. “Tell me then, how does it feel to fail them again? To play hero and end up in a coma, while I dance through your memories like strings on a harp?” Lila turned in every direction, trying to find her. “Show yourself!” The darkness split. Arika stepped forward. Her body shimmered unnaturally, wrapped in deep violet armor. Her face glowed with unnatural beauty—uncanny and wrong—like someone had painted perfection over a corpse. Her eyes gleamed a molten red, and her lips twisted into a delighted sneer.

Black as the darkest night hair against a crisp linen pillow, brown skin against a blindingly white sheet, and tiger’s eyes burning with deliberate cruelty and triumph into hers. In horrified rejection of the imagery that had sprung into her mind, Lara Anderson shuddered violently, dimly aware that she was still in the grip of severe shock. Abruptly, she was dredged from her turmoil by the insistent shrill of the telephone in the hall. Reluctantly she answered the summons, carefully shutting the lounge door behind her so that her father was not disturbed.