Aura Kingdom Kindling Novels & Stories

Recommendation: consider termination to minimize risk to the Luna and the pack. I let the paper fall onto my lap and pressed both palms flat against the taut skin of my stomach. “You’re perfect,” I whispered to the little life inside me. “I know you are. I’ve felt every kick, every roll. You’re strong. You’re ours.” A tiny foot pushed firmly against my right hand as though in answer. I stayed like that until the grandfather clock in the hall struck one. The front door opened with a soft click. Heavy footsteps crossed the foyer. I heard the familiar sound of Rowan kicking off his boots, the tired exhale he always made when the day had worn him thin.

And Dax—Dax standing in a circle of light, eyes blank, chains around his throat— then his eyes snapping open, gold blazing, as he said one clear word: “ARIA.” My chest seized. Because the word wasn’t spoken through stone. It wasn’t echoed. It was *summoning*. The rune on my wrist flared, answering Dax’s call. The floor beneath me split again—another seam opening, hungry— but this one didn’t pull me downward. It pulled me *sideways*— toward Dax. Kieran’s hand closed around my wrist at the same moment, trying to stop me.

Then she opened it to the page bearing her great-uncle’s final incantation: “In the hour when flame falls hollow, let truth’s spark burn bright forsake illusion, embrace the light.” She chanted the words softly in Latin as Alexander sprinkled the amber dust into the brazier. At first, nothing happened. Then, just as the last syllable left her lips, a single spark leapt from the sketchbook’s spine and landed amid the dust. It flared into a slender column of flame white and pure—illuminating every shadow in the crypt. Isabelle’s heart soared as the hollow flame filled with substance. The brazier flamed steadily, its light radiating warmth and clarity. In that instant, the specter that had haun

While Kairen could summon the water like Amira and could create a fireball like Alaric, Aurora could do more. I shifted my watchful eye to the vampires in Yorkshire. Alaric and Nomiko's niece, Micah, was just months younger than Kairen. Just like her father, she could also create fireballs, and she was as beautiful as her mom. The only resemblance she got from Alaric was her jet-black hair. She didn't inherit Nomiko's fiery red locks.

He didn’t expect that the aura zombie could already use aura manifestation. Although aura users were rare, enough had been born to understand a few of their traits. Although aura users were rare, those that could use aura manifestation were even rarer. Unlike the regular aura users that were able to use aura to augment their physical abilities, aura manifesters were able to remotely apply aura to objects. For instance: they could generate small orbs of energy that could be fired as bullets by using guns as media; or they could do what the zombie just did - coat their weapons with aura and then blast it towards an enemy. Aura manifesters were very dangerous because they could surprise an enem

Then there was darkness. My heart was racing in my chest as I opened my eyes and found myself back in the meditation room. My hands shook a little as I wiped my face, and sweat stuck to my skin. Hailey entered with a worried look on her face as the door creaked open. "Isaiah? Are you okay? I nodded and drew a trembling breath. "I noticed something." She sat across from me, her face furrowed as she approached. "What did you see?" "Azure," I said in a hushed voice. "And you. Hailey, he's coming for you. For us all. However, it goes beyond that. It's the kid—Aaron's kid and another female kid, his mate. She'd be either his light or darkness but the darkness in him will be huge.

"Leave us all behind and go find something different for yourself out there. It'll be hard, scary even. But your smart and strong, so strong Scarlet. You've made it this far; you can be free now." "Go." I had found the strength in my legs again, moved from our small corner library to my fathers office, it too was the same, everything was the same expect for me. The world remains as it was a cold cruel and beautiful place filled with ugly people and terrifying monsters, only I had changed; left the day to become a creature of the night. Which is why I didn't flinch when I heard it, the cries carried in through the open window. "Fire!"

"I know you're the kindest. Vanessa was just stupid. She had a perfectly good husband at home, but she was bewitched by a wild man. But the child and the old man are innocent, aren't they?" I said nothing. I simply stood up and opened the door. "Leave. I want to take a nap." "How can you still sleep?" Aunt Marsha's face turned green. She had wasted the whole morning talking, only to get this result. I had had enough of their noise. "You're so kind. If you think they're pitiful, take them into your own homes. Stop bothering me. Next time, I won't open the door." With that, I grabbed them and pushed them out.

Inside me, my soul materialized into a wolf shape as gray mists started to appear around my body. The peaceful room was suddenly filled with dark aura, a silent yet extremely dangerous power that could obliterate anything. The darkness, however, was not there to annihilate. Instead, it was used as a medium to summon a being. A few seconds later, the room reverted to normal as if nothing happened. I opened my mouth and said, "Amna."

Gloria’s POV From the edge of the collapsing forest, Gloria watched him break. Watched the dragon boy scream himself hoarse against a sky that had already decided its victor. And she smiled. Because she knew the truth. Sierra wasn’t gone. Not yet. She had been claimed. The air split once more, fire opening like a curtain, and Gloria sank to her knees as the figure emerged fully. Vorath Kane. Dragon King. Ruler of ruin. Father of shadows. His wings unfurled behind him, dripping darkness like rivers. His eyes, molten gold, burned holes into the night. The very ground shook under his presence.