Aura Novel Novels & Stories

Aurelia is an army crawler as she makes her way through the suite, she babbles, laughs, smiles all the time, eats like she hasn't had a meal in a week every time she does. Her dark hair has lightened up, she now has light brown hair with piercing green eyes that hold flecks of blue in them, her fair skin already held a few little freckles speckled across her tiny nose. She looked like the perfect mix of her mother and I, but I believe she looks more like Raven every day, whereas Hael is starting to resemble me a lot more.

She got an idea. Turning her body so that her thinnest side ran parallel to the bars, she sized up the gap. Taking off the Guardian's cloak and setting it at the edge of the bars, she stood up as straight as she could. Inhaling deep and then exhaling everything in her lungs, Aurora made herself as thin as she could. She forced herself between the bars. Her body put up resistance, but eventually scraped through the gap. Her heart was exultant until her head caught. "Ah!" She cried out in spite of herself. The creature in the other cell stirred slightly, but nothing else seemed to react.

Several miles away from the borders of the glitch public shelter, a man and a woman wearing Kevlar-suits dragged their feet on the dreary valleys of Ahanya. The sky has already lost its color, bearing a pitch-black darkness blending against the dying aurora hovering between the two beautiful scarlet moons beyond the horizon. Amidst the limited visibility, there was an abundance of the inhuman and beastly wails resonating from the darkest corners of the valley. A cries of death and torture, coming from several miles from the current location.

Aura I was adrift. Or perhaps tumbling. I felt as if I was in a state of death or dream, with no weight in my body. My limbs were too heavy to move, my throat was scratchy and dry, and my head was pounding. But beneath me was warmth—solid, constant warmth. And a smell. It wasn't like the rogues or the forest at all. Earthy, reminiscent of wild herbs and wood wet by rain. A smell that drew me in.

I made a mental note to be thankful that this book had such a mechanic, worried I was going to end up naked every time I shifted. Just as I’d already known, Aurora’s appearance had become flawless upon her maturity. No longer were there bruises marring her body or any signs of malnutrition sinking her cheeks and limbs. She’d evolved into the most beautiful girl I’d ever seen. Her light brown hair had transformed, becoming a platinum silver colour that hung in healthy flowing waves as her blue eyes sparkled brightly. I was speechless. It was just how it was described in the book, only so much better seeing it for myself. “Your turn,” she said, standing before me expectantly. The wind calmed d

Even with my husband's hands around her throat,I saw the bruises when the guards weren't looking, saw the purple fingerprints blooming like poison flowers on her skin. She was laughing at him. And he didn't kill her. I stop at the bottom of the stairs. The door is ahead, old iron, rusted hinges, a sliver of torchlight bleeding through the gap. I can hear them still. Muffled now. Their voices tangled together like bodies in a bed I've never been invited to share. "June is my mate. The moon goddess chose her for me." Kai's voice. Defensive. Too loud. And then Lia's laugh, that same laugh I've known since childhood, the one she used to give me when we were girls stealing honeycakes from the pac

He said nothing. He just reached out his arm. “Get on, Aurora.” She froze for a second. She knew what her mother would say. That it was reckless. That motorcycles were walking traps. That “people like Kaio” were the kind of people who complicated everything. And worse: if Helena knew she had even looked at a motorcycle, she would lock her suitcases before breakfast. But at that moment, none of that mattered. Aurora took a deep breath and got on. With her arms around Kaio's waist, the wind cutting through the empty streets of New York and her heart beating like a drum, she was sure: that night would be the beginning of something.

Ryan laughed out, Nico shot him a deadly glare, he stopped laughing immediately. "I'm sorry about that... So, who is she? Where is she from? did you have a conversation with her? Was she nice to you?" He bombarded him with questions. "Aurora is the daughter of Alpha Ralph of crescent pack. I felt this sensation when she spoke to us for the first time, then we were alone in the garden where we were so close to each other, I didn't even try to push her away like other ladies. She is special" Nico narrated staring at an empty space in front of him.

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

Azrick continued brewing his coffee. Meanwhile, Auria was comfortably slipping into slumber. She only ever felt safe and sound in the presence of the famous detective and his assistant, and when she was in their office. She feels that no one can harm her inside those four walls. She heard Jack offering her some refreshments and snacks, but she was too tired to even reply or to look at the young apprentice. Maybe she got tired from all that crying, that she wanted to sleep at the moment. The last thing she heard was, “Let her sleep. Must be tired.”