Aura Roja Novels & Stories

Aurora was sitting on a bench in a secluded part of the garden, watching the fountain, half-asleep. One of the younger gardeners walked into the small clearing, saw Aurora, and smiled. “Rora.” She turned. “Hello Tren.” He sat down beside her, looking her up and down. She was wearing a soft, thin gauze dress in pale blue. It was obvious, from the slight breeze, and the light of the sun, that she wasn’t wearing much under it. He could just see the shadows of her darker pink nipples straining against the fabric. Smiling, he slid closer to her. “That’s a lovely dress.”

The palm was cold, and I felt something pass through me. "oh, before I forget," she said, "there is western development in Rayuwa that I nor the other deities did not sanction. It was brought in without our consent, which is why the sky is red. Get rid of the items and punish the culprits, and your skies will be as blue as always. I will give you back your lands and cure your sores, and our deal shall continue. No need to see Ruhun-Sama," she said and winked. There was something in her eyes. I somehow felt she had lied. I felt she was deceiving us, but I dared not speak; I might have been mistaken, and just like that, she was gone. The entire room was frozen with silence. As soon as Adam and

Roxanne thanked her, looking up at Loo, who wore a matching white uniform and had her dark hair cut to neck level. "Hello, Madam Loo," Roxanne said, smiling. Loo's eyes widened as she saw Aurora, "Hi Roxanne! Oh my gosh, Aurora is growing so big! She's looking prettier every day." "Just like her mummy," Roxanne said with a smile. Loo had changed over the months of being in here. Roxanne handed Aurora to Loo, saying, "Go meet Mummy." Loo's eyes welled up with tears as she held her baby, kissing her full black hair, "Gosh, she's so beautiful! I love her so much!"

Thankfully, her place was on the second floor, and it didn’t take me long to catch up to him. Aurora hadn’t lied about the rogue. There was one indeed whose face was barely recognizable, from all the filth and grime, and whose smirk was predatory, yellowy, and almost deranged… and he was growling menacingly, the glint in his eyes somewat murderous, as he tried to get to her. She, on the other hand, kept sending her things flying – a vase, a framed picture, whatever was within reach. Leo had given the rogue but one powerful kick, and that had the knack to send him flying against the door of the apartment. And then, he went inside, and engulfed Aurora in a tight crushing hug, as he whispered s

Her lips moved rapidly as she chanted some spell and soon Zarina was trapped in a cage of water. Aurora crossed her arms and said, “The only thing I learned from Tyson is to never trust anybody. I practiced extra hard on the spells you said I couldn’t perform… Now, tell me where Tiara is!” My heart swelled with pride on seeing Aurora handle the situation so well… AURORA’S POV My lips stretched in a smile as Zarina failed to use her magic again and again. “Aurora, leave me now… else you will never see your daughter again…”

Halley stood beside Aranjo, herself impatiently waiting for the demon girl to embarrass herself. Aranjo chose to play fast-paced music, the music she played was a song that told the story of the greatness of the sky realm warriors while fighting. So many feelings are contained in the music it brings. One thing Aranjo doesn't realize is that when she is immersed in the rhythm, her aura spreads and affects all the guests. Only high-powered Gods and goddesses would not be affected by the aura. The emperor saw clearly the color of Aranjo's aura. Currently, Aranjo's magic power was at a moderate level where the aura color was red. But golden sparks framed that red aura that affected the guests.

A loud roar shakes the earth around me and a gust of wind rushes over my body. I fall to the ground letting the table, land on me as I grip my now broken arm in pain. Breathing heavily through my gritted teeth I try not to yell out in pain. Laying as still as I can, I try not draw attention to my location. The pain in my arm gets more intense when I roll on my back and try to see who is looking down upon me. A large figure blocks out the light of the moon casting a dark shadow over my body. Lifting my head to try and see who it is, I can warm liquid running down my face. I let my head fall back to the ground with a thud and my eyes snap shut. Bursts of pain explodes behind my eyelids,

“So the boys are stuck there? Hermes too?” Arya asks, staring at the projected image of JoJo on the screen. Josefina—or JoJo, as everyone calls her—is a she-wolf I admittedly know very little about. You’d think that with all the mystical mumbo jumbo in my life from being half-witch, I’d know more about the next greatest oracle of our generation.

he taps out and she releases him. Seeing as she won, she stepped out of the ring and stands on the sidelines close by us “that was damn good skill young lady” my father approaches her “thank you sir” “which pack are you from dear?” “the Woods Pack sir” “ahh Alpha Teejan, okay and may I ask your name child” “it’s Roho sir, but most people call me Red or Roro” “hang on, how come he and Cory gets to call you Roro and I have to say your full name?” “have you no respect for your elders my King? How can you refer to him as simply he?”

The pain flared anew, but I shoved it down, replacing it with the simmering rage that Darius had stirred to life. As we reached a clearing, I stopped in my tracks. Before us stood a group of wolves—rogues, I realized instantly. They were a ragtag bunch, their appearances disheveled and their auras wild. They watched me with a mix of curiosity and wariness, their golden eyes glowing in the dim light. “Is this her?” one of them asked, a tall woman with auburn hair and a jagged scar running down her cheek. Darius nodded, his hand resting lightly on my shoulder. “This is Aria. She’s one of us now.”