Aura Rose Novels & Stories

No one dared to stop him. Aria stood alone near the northern gardens later that afternoon when Ryan found her. The once-vibrant flowers lay covered in dead frost, their petals wilted and brittle. It was another visible side effect of the growing unrest and her own turbulent power. Life around her had struggled more and more lately, and she had noticed every dying bloom and stunted leaf. Ryan approached quietly, his footsteps soft on the frozen ground. He could see the exhaustion in her posture before she even turned. “They spoke to you already, didn’t they?” he asked gently.

“Oh.” Selah’s chin lifted proudly. “I bound her protector, Elder.” Mara’s smile widened. “Clever.” Kieran staggered forward, rage breaking his pain. “Where is Aria’s mother?” Mara’s eyes slid to him like he was something she’d scrape off a boot. “Alive,” she said. “And useful.” My throat closed. “Why are you doing this?” Mara stepped closer, and the air around her felt heavier, as if gravity listened to her decisions.

Then it happened. The mate bond snapped into place like a lightning strike—wild, burning, undeniable. A wave of raw energy pulsed between us. My heart pounded, and I could feel his heartbeat echoing mine. Our auras flared—mine soft blue, his blazing gold—and they tangled in a brilliant, shimmering dance. I gasped and pressed a hand to my chest. “Ryu...” He was already on his feet, closing the distance. His hands found mine—warm, solid, grounding. “You feel it too?”

The smell of smoke never left her. Even after five years, Inés still woke up coughing some nights, the phantom scent of ash curling through her dreams like a ghost refusing to rest. “Name?” the guard at the Delgado estate gate asked, his voice flat but suspicious. Inés gripped the strap of her cheap bag tighter. “Inés Montoya. I’m here for the maid position.” The man’s eyes raked over her; young, pretty, average enough not to draw attention, which was the point. He muttered something into his walkie-talkie, then motioned for her to go inside.

Aurora said staring at the garden before her. "You like flowers?" Henry asked. "Of course I do. Rose is my favorite. My mom loves them too. She bring them every week just to beautify the house" She said. "She must really be nice" he said. "She's dead, she died when I was nine" "Oh, shit I'm sorry" he quickly said. "No it's fine" Aurora said. She draw her face close to his since they were sitting close. Their lips entangle as they slowly suck on each others lip.

I could feel their stairs on me as I made my way down, specifically Sage. Sage's face was stern, his eyes narrowed, and his jaw clenched, but I couldn't help but feel his gaze like a physical touch. It made me shiver, and I felt a flutter in my chest. As I reached the bottom step, Angela rushed forward, a bright smile on her face. "Lyra, you look stunning!" she exclaimed, wrapping me in a warm hug. "This dress was made for you!" I blushed, feeling oddly "Thank you, Angela. You don’t look bad yourself”

A looked crossed his eyes,but it went away as quickly as it came, and soon he was looking at me amused again. "Of course, I didn't anticipate finding raunchy books in a sweet girl's bag, you're definitely right. Noted, I'm never doing that again." I scowled and he smirked. "So Rosie?" He asked, I couldn't help it, I rolled my eyes at that, rubbing at my temples. "No, my name's Rosette, not Rosie. That's childish." "Okay, so Rose. Well that's a pretty name for a very pretty girl, as cliché as it sounds, it's the truth, you're a pretty little flower." And the blush that was barely receding was back again.

Jason* "Yes, may I know you?" I asked an unfamiliar lady, my guards stood around her to keep her away from proceeding further. She was somewhat lean, flat-chested with heavy makeup. Her appearance reminded me of a certain stripper I saw at a club. She smiled often revealing her diastema, her eyes walked over my body constantly. "I'm Aurora, the daughter of the former most famous Artist in the state. I lied about wanting to expose a secret, sir. I just wanted to meet with you. I'm interested in serving Mrs. Laura as her maid."

I didn’t feel any suffering or pain… Maybe because I wnated her to drink it. “Tyson…” Aurora’s sweet voice brought me back to reality. “Hmm…” I muttered as I raised my head to look at her. She looked breathtaking even in her grimy clothes. Her mud-stained face made me want to lick it clean. Shaking my head I asked, “Why are you here?” She lowered her eyes and fumbled with the straw in her hand. “Tyson…Celeste tricked me into believing that she was my God Mother… I regret vanishing without telling anyone…”

Is it a coincident? ''With their warm, vibrant tones, orange roses symbolise enthusiasm and desire. If someone is looking for a way to express admiration and attraction—with an underlying message of passion and excitement, they'll send you a bouquet filled with these fiery blooms.'' She breathes out, smiling as she eyes each of the orange roses, ''I haven't seen him for quite some time, I'm not so sure if his interest has changed.'' ''I'm pretty sure they remain the same,'' I reply. She turns to me, ''It's beautiful how your name is Rose. Have you met my son, Elia?''