Aura Exposed Novels & Stories

Alpha Brian growled frustrated with his mate Annora in his hand. “They are because I know this is just a sneaky trick you and Annora are pulling up,” Aurora walked to where the mated duo consisting of one conscious and the other unconscious pair and stooped low to their height the ground. “Come on Annora, quit the drama and stand up already, you and I already know that I feel it if you are in danger and I feel nothing.” Aurora said audible for us all. “Are you for real right now Aurora?” Brian asked the question on my mind.

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I canceled my ticket to Iceland. Even the customer service agent sounded confused. “There are only two seats left on this flight. Are you sure you want to cancel?” “Yes,” I said. “I’m sure.” We had been together for four years. Every February, he flew to Iceland. He always said it was for a photography project. On social media, he only posted glaciers and the northern lights. Whenever I said I wanted to see the aurora too, he would tell me, “It’s too cold there. You wouldn’t be able to handle it.” Then yesterday, I helped him organize an old hard drive. Inside was an encrypted folder named **February**. When I opened it, every photo was of the same girl standing beneath the same no

Radiation was violently heating up the ionosphere to the point of oozing out a spooky aurora. The atmosphere was dark and hostile, and tiny light blue flames were dancing and flickering on the ground. The ground kept cracking, and the magma erupted from countless cracks, which soon turned into solid. The dying intensity of flames hinted that this was the planet's last vitality. A planet on the verge of death.

I am Azura. The only goddess of two elements. Fire and water. Ooops...... Right introduction, wrong timing. **************** "This is not gonna be a great day". This was all I could say to myself. Somehow deep down, I could just feel that something huge was gonna happen today. It was the same gut feeling I woke up with the day I lost my parents to a ghastly car accident. I was a hundred and one percent sure, that crazy things are gonna happen today.

It was not hard to miss. Aurora slowly lowered to the ground and the Ultraviolet light seeped into her skin until it was all gone. “Sage,” she called happily and I could see the ultraviolet glow in her eyes. “Did you have fun?” I asked. She nodded with a wide smile. “So, what’s her deal?” I asked her pointing to the hanging girl. “That is Sacred girl,” Aurora said and walked to me. She was oozing with so much power that I could taste it. “She was bait.”

- Aurora's voice sliced through the air, her blood-red eyes fixed firmly on Rayn, who remained frozen in the same spot where her push had left him. "You behaved like a manslut with a sex addiction.”- Her sudden confession about him was the direct blow to his face. “Aren’t you ashamed of the things you did to me during our honeymoon suit? Or you're so indifferent that you aren't even aware of what you've done, or I guess you didn't care since all you could think about was Fuck Fuck and Fuck!!"- Aurora snapped, her jaw clenched tightly as she seethed at him, her gaze a storm of intensity locked onto his dark brown eyes. In response, Rayn's gaze met hers with an equal intensity, a silent clash

"Anyway, are you in one of my classes?" "Yes, sir. 8:00 to 9:00 am. Mythology and Folklore," I dictated. "Oh, then you might want to tell me your name so I could recognize you in our class," he suggested. I mentally screamed with his suggestion. He just asked my name. I know it's just nothing, but he still asked my name! "My pleasure, sir. It's Aurora Lynne Lopez, but you can call me Aurora or Rora." "Or babe," I mentally said and screamed in my own craziness.

"We just need to show them." She walked to the door. "Get the seamstresses. Get the fabric. And get Sophia on the phone. We are going live at 8 PM." The "countermove" was not a press conference. It was a livestream. At 8 PM sharp, the AVA website went dark. No products. No lookbook. Just a single video feed. It showed Aurora. She was not wearing the white tunic. She was wearing a simple, black t-shirt and jeans. Her hair was pulled back. She wore no makeup. She looked tired. She looked real.