Aura Soul Novels & Stories

This was a special spell that would help him discover where they were, no matter how far they ran or how well they hid. As he concentrated, he felt energy crackling in the air around him, and a familiar scent of burning sage filled his nostrils. He imagined a strong connection forming, linking him directly to Alexa. When he opened his eyes, they glowed with an eerie light, glowing like a wolf ready to hunt. Alpha Valle whispered to himself, "I'll find you, Alexa. No matter where you run, I'll always be right behind you." A cold smile spread across his lips, and he felt a thrill of excitement. He knew he had taken the first step to catch her again.

He pulled off his shirt. The vibrio vibrated, energy seemed to gather around the teenager, and a high-pitched call echoed through the room. The supernatural sound slid into Stralath's brain—a seductive intrusion. "Angels." Coco gasped. "I hear angels." To Stralath, it sounded more like the call of a sea creature. Like the whale sounds, he'd studied. But he understood the beauty. His heart warmed at the choir in his head, and his muscles relaxed as a gill opened on Bobby's neck. From the opening, four glowing lures unfolded like sprouting shoots. They danced as they unwinded, and a bioluminescent blue glow lit up the walls.

He slide it slowly into me until he filled me completely. "Fuck, you're so tight," he groaned and took slow thrusts into me and our sweet moans filled the room. *AURORA* It's Sunday today and I just got back from church. I slumped on the couch and took off my shoes. My nose immediately pecieved something nice. Pancakes! My favorite! I rushed into the kitchen to see Sophie making some pancakes. "Hey, you're back?" "I am," she rolled her eyes. "So, how was it?"

We’ll be here. Rudy kneaded once and settled, warm and steady. I closed my eyes and reached through the bond, expecting nothing—just needing to pour the wanting somewhere that was more than me. For a heartbeat—only that—warmth nicked the dark. Not lightning. A spark. *Who is this?*, came a breath, ragged and far. I sat up, hand over my mouth, tears springing. *Blaise? It’s me, Alora* I whispered. But the link had gone cold again.

I say when Lycaon chuckles. “He is talking to you, isn’t he?” he asks, and I nod my head. “This is good, Selene call Odessa. She will help with this.” I look at Selene and she groans. Apparently, Odessa is a friend of Asteria’s. She is an oracle and has power. Her power can apparently bring my Lycan forward. If that is even possible. “No need to call me. I’m already here.” I turn and see a woman with dark skin and long silver hair. Golden tattoos on her exposed skin. Her eyes are silver.

He put his hand on my head and ruffled my hair, "Of course it's something to do with you. You get under his skin like loiasis." "Loiasis?" I questioned. "It's a parasitic worm that lives under the skin and itches like hell," he said with a wide smile. "That's you. You are the worm." "Ew, Mateo I'm tryna eat," the girl complained as she lifted her panini. "Gee thanks," I muttered. "Do I look like a parasitic worm to you?" "Oh, this is Allison," Mateo said, gesturing to the girl, "Allison, this is Ella."

Not like this, at least! I hated them for spinning lies around me, for stealing my name and my work. If I had a chance at life again, I would never let them get away with it. I would make them pay. Suddenly, a beam of light broke through. I realized the restraints binding me had been undone. I closed my eyes, letting the sunlight wash over me, that faint warmth giving me a thread of comfort. When I opened them again, a familiar face filled my vision. His eyes widened, and I could see a red tint gradually climbing into them. "Why are you here, Cassidy?"

I searched Aura's mom's name, "Anna of Bright Moon pack." A couple of articles came up, one was her obituary, she had died of wolfsbane poisoning. It didn't make sense to me, hadn't she died of a mystery illness? I read a couple of other articles, one talked about her finding her mate, and another showed her with Luna Adina at a ceremony of sorts. I was getting frustrated. I rubbed a hand down my face before turning off the computer. I rested my head in my hands as the information swirled.

She looked exactly like Audrey, but her skin was flawless, her hands unscarred, and her eyes burned with a terrifying, golden radiance. "Hello, sister," the woman said, her voice sounding like a choir. "I've come to take back the North. You’ve made such a mess of our father’s kingdom." The interior of the bunker had reached a state of thermal delirium. The air was no longer gasses and oxygen; it was a shimmering, gold-tinted plasma that scorched the lungs with every inhalation. Audrey stood at the center of this furnace, her vision blurring as the "Photonic Pressure" of Aurielle’s light pressed against her eyeballs. It wasn't just heat; it was an invasive presence, a psychic demand for order