Aura Roja Novels & Stories

"You're... You're not bleeding." "Sorry to disappoint you, little wolf." Ragnar walks forward, his boots echoing off the stone floor like a countdown till he is right in front of me. Up close, his golden eyes are almost hypnotizing, making it feel so natural to do whatever he wants. He could have fooled me with his white coat and stethoscope, but the image of the hooded man with a scythe isn't so easy to forget. "How are you not bleeding?" I struggle for the words. "Interesting, isn't it?" He leans down, lifting my chin. "Just like how you're still alive."

Lightning flashed across the heavens, and thunder answered with a deafening roar that shook the very ground. Aria stood motionless amid the wreckage. Her hair, once soft and dark as midnight, had transformed into a luminous grayish white that glowed faintly, as if moonlight itself had been woven into every strand. Her eyes no longer appeared human; they burned with an intense white light. They were brilliant, ancient, beautiful, and utterly terrifying.

Nor the reason is she in that place to begin with. She dreamt about what the baby would look like. Will it be similar to her or Vanluke? Perhaps both? My baby… ARA was woken up by a loud old woman. She felt so cold her body's shivering. Her eyes searched for anything that could hint at any help. She found nothing. Armed men surrounded the fat old woman who wore a not so very attractive floral dress. She looked like she came fresh out of an unrated thriller movie where she's one of the extras who failed to even look fit in the background.

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.

who in return nodded with a sigh Arte Sylvia was the name that Aurora uses to receive her remuneration when she accomplishes her task as ‘Black Lotus,’ and so both girls started discussing the information about the apartment that Aurora desires. Victoria left shortly after they were done. Aurora looked at the door that had just closed before lying back down and imagined how her target, if she didn’t take a look at the face of her target, would really be forgotten. Her eyes stared at the ceiling aimlessly until her beautiful blue eyes closed, and she fell asleep. She woke up the next morning, and just as she was about to get out of bed, her hand touched something soft, different from the shee

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?”

MARCO My hand was as red as her ass. Jesus, Aurora was a sight to behold. Even on her hands and knees, that woman could bring down my world down to her feet, and I could only give in. Her skin was coated in sweat, her mouth parted, and her back arched in anticipation of the next blow.