Aura Soul Novels & Stories

Just don't leave me alone any longer. The weather had changed from a warm summer day to a heavy thunderstorm, and the rain was beating against his windows. The room was dark as the sun was gone now, and the only light was coming from his phone as he called Sebestian. He held it against his ear, holding his breath. Please, please. He was desperate right now, and his heart was hurting. His omega was one again, whimpering, and Adom just wanted to hear the Sebestian voice. Please pick up. More tears fell as it went to voicemail, and Adom sobbed. He needed to find him. Where could he be? Why did he leave him alone like this?

"And so were you. Once. As someone else. As Aurora. Our mate. Who died three months ago. Who suffered for us. Who forgot us two thousand times. Who loved us anyway. And now you're here. Different. But the same. Impossible. But real." "I'm going crazy." Aria backs away. "This is insane. You're insane. I'm insane." But the mate bonds pulse stronger. Reaching. Connecting. Recognizing. Aurora's bonds. Aurora's love. Aurora's essence. In Aria's body. In Aria's soul. In Aria's confused, terrified, beautiful existence. "You're not crazy." Kai approaches slowly. "You're Aurora. Reborn. Returned. Given back to us. We don't know how. We don't know why. But you're here. You're real. You're ours. 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.

It was not hard to miss. Aurora slowly lowered to the ground and the Ultraviolet light seeped into her skin until it was all gone. “Sage,” she called happily and I could see the ultraviolet glow in her eyes. “Did you have fun?” I asked. She nodded with a wide smile. “So, what’s her deal?” I asked her pointing to the hanging girl. “That is Sacred girl,” Aurora said and walked to me. She was oozing with so much power that I could taste it. “She was bait.”

“I'm okay, Daddy.” Kael touched his shoulder. “Do you feel different?” Auren thought for a moment. “Yes.” “What do you feel?” Auren looked around. “I can hear them.” Kael froze. “Hear who?” Auren pointed toward the endless darkness. “Everyone.” Suddenly— thousands of voices filled the void. Some were crying. Some were laughing. Some were praying. Some were screaming. Every voice came from a different universe. Kael looked at the First Kael. “How can he hear them?”

The air still trembled where Aria had vanished. The mark she left behind pulsed in the shape of a burning sigil, its twin halves rotating around one another — two shards of a soul that no longer belonged to either life or death. Auren stood beneath it, his hands shaking, his heart refusing to accept the silence. “She’s still here,” he whispered. “I can feel her… above us.” Kael raised his gaze toward the sky where the halo had become an open wound in the heavens. A new light poured through it — a golden storm, vast and terrible. Within its depths something coiled and moved, ancient as the first howl, immense as creation itself.

🌹 Aurora 🌹 The sound of water dripping echoed through the damp, cold dungeon. The air was thick, heavy with the stench of decay and mildew. Aurora’s body ached, every muscle screaming with the strain of her restraints. But the worst of it wasn’t the pain—it was the endless uncertainty. She had no idea how long she’d been here, how many hours or days had passed since Victoria’s revelations. All she knew was that her resolve, her will to hold on, was being tested in ways she hadn’t imagined.

Black veins pulse beneath their skin like parasitic worms; their eyes are hollow pits of nothingness. But where is my mate? Sabastian? Teddy? The air splits open with a deafening CRACK as darkness slams into fire; the collision sends shockwaves through my suspended body. Through the hellish glow, two silhouettes clash in a brutal fight, both hoping to land a clean strike for the final blow. Aurora. Crumpled on the grass like a discarded doll, her chest barely moving. My soul screams. She can’t be dead. I’d feel it—our bond would shatter, tearing me apart from inside. Why isn’t she moving?

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

“If we can distract it long enough to perform the ritual we can send it back to Hell.” Aurora’s mind raced. There had to be a way. “I have an idea, but I need a connection to the earth.” “There...” Armain pointed to an overturned planter that had spilled dirt across floor. “I don’t know if that will work. I’ve never tried it without touching the actual earth.” “We don't have a choice child,” Lucius told her. “Just do your best.” Aurora dropped and crawled across the floor. When she reached the fallen planter she buried her hands in the dirt and prayed her call would be answered. The Council joined hands and Melloch roared. Within moments a wild wind blew in from the forest.