Aura Soul Novels & Stories

' This could only mean one thing, Sia has regained her memories and lost her soul in the process' ################

has them channeling into the wards, their energies flaring as they reinforce the sanctuary’s defenses. I stand at the chamber’s edge, my crescent mark pulsing, and let my new sight unfold. Auras pulse in rhythm with the Hollow’s heartbeat—Kael’s earthy green, Lysa’s shimmering violet, Renn’s jittery blue, Cassia’s blazing crimson. Sylvara’s jade-green aura weaves through them all, guiding the calibration. I scan for anomalies, a shadow that doesn’t belong, like the keystone’s taint.

Aurora settled on the edge of the bed as different thoughts and emotions filled her head. The rumble of Ursula's words lingered within her, a curse that would not go away. “Sage is a soulmate, it just remains elusive to you. Masking his scent. Deceiving you.” Her hands gripped the sheets beneath her, twisting them as if the fabric could somehow bear the brunt of her pain. Her breathing was ragged, her chest rising and falling with the effort to contain her sobs, but it was no use. Tears streamed down her face, hot and unrelenting.

one The young man's cold voice rang in the room, while the cold breeze of autumn was much warmer and warmer than his voice. He had already slammed the door and left without his mother needing to speak to his father. While Nevra and Altan looked after their son with sad eyes, Altan turned his full eyes to the window next to his bed: one

Feeling desperate to call him back and hold him. ...... Tabby

“That’s fine, your morning breathe will probably suck the life out of me anyways, I might as well take the sofa.” The two soon returned to their usual interaction of playful teasing and bickering; finally at ease knowing that they were no longer alone… they had each other no matter what the future had in stored. However, when one soul was at peace, another was unconsciously seeking a resting place… At Acre Hills asylum, in the dead of night, the flashing shadow of a certain young man appearing in a gust of smoke, slowly approached the pale figure curled up into a ball at corner of the room, frantically chanting words of distress…

“I think you’ve judged the situation wrong, Alpha. I am in no way a whipped puppy at her command. You can do as you wish with her. However, it seems I have a smaller, extra hearthstone that was broken off from the original. I believe it would serve your purpose, however, along with the girl, I want something else.” Ruax questioningly raised his eyebrow. “There was a breach in the realm yesterday. Someone had crossed the portal and entered here. I don’t trust them or their power. They cannot be allowed to live, not after being the only beings to cross the portal in well over a century. I believe they are in your possession? If you eliminate them, we have a deal.” “How many souls can this brok

Tyson said with a smile. Pulling a chair to sit down, I said, “What are we doing here then? Shouldn’t we be going to find her?” “Ummm… there is a problem. The place Aurora is kept is not real. It is created using magic.” “Is that even possible?” “Unfortunately yes… I have a way to go in but…” “But, what?” “I don’t know how we would return…” “Holy C***! Why does this sound like a suicide mission?” Caleb lowered his eyes and said, “Because, it is…”

Avery stumbled back, breath ragged, as ripples spread outward into infinity. From the depths below, she saw lights—hundreds of them—like stars caught beneath the water’s skin. Each light pulsed with a rhythm that wasn’t random. Souls. Whispering. She leaned closer, listening. Each voice was faint, fragmented—some pleading, some singing, some weeping. But one voice rose above the rest. Kael. “…Avery… hold on… find your way back…” Her breath caught. “Kael?” The reflection of water shifted, and for a heartbeat she saw him kneeling in the ruins of the sanctum—calling her name, surrounded by ghostlight and falling ash.