Auralescent Face Reveal Novels & Stories

He has this smile on his lips that told me he has someone in mind while Taylor angelically sings in his ears. “Sorry, I didn’t see you there.” That was also the first time that I heard his voice. And when he finally saw me, looking up with his copper eyes meeting my apricot ones, his smile quickly transformed into a grin that I will forever adore. “Hi. I’m Aurella Aglauros.” “Shit. Like really? The real Aurella Aglauros?” “Yes, really.” “Damn, you’re really gorgeous.” “You’re bluffing.” “Woman, you should get yourself a mirror.”

The lights flickered, and the brand’s background music started playing. Harmonia then stepped onto the stage, appearing before everyone’s sight. The scene suddenly fell silent. Luna, who was initially smiling radiantly, looked pale now! She tightened her grip around the microphone, and her mouth was agape with incredulity as she could not even utter a word. She was unable to maintain even the most basic smile. Aureole Media, which was seated in the front row, had already rushed to take photos, swiftly contacting the headquarters to publish the news.

A very faint crescent moon like birthmark on his neck, right below the ear. The same one Isla remembered. The one the doctors had pointed out during the ultrasound scan and the one she had seen in footage. He was holding the hand of a woman in a long black coat. Her face turned slightly to the camera for a second. It was her. Claire. Lucian went pale and clenched his jaw. . “Pause it,” he said and Isla did. The image froze with Aaric looking straight at the camera, one hand gripping Claire’s, the other holding a red toy car.

Emilia shot back just as I heard a sharp scream from outside. "What was that?" Sara questioned. "Aaron! Why isn't this thing moving?" I yelled at the rider. Silence! I angrily flipped the curtain blocking the outside world and was caught by the gruesome sight. Aaron was a bloody mess of blood and bone. The horses were unusually calm but my senses said otherwise. I looked into the distance and cloaked into the darkness was a pair of blazing orange irises and crimson-stained canines. I immediately regretted my decision. The girls trembled at the sight and almost immediately, Emilia jolted out.

Her green eyes roamed over Lydia as she exclaimed, “Oh my God!” Lydia stifled a laugh; she knew her mom would soon comment on her beauty and how she would sweep every male off their feet that evening. It was clear that Lydia resembled her mother, both standing tall and slender, with curves that could captivate anyone. Lydia had inherited Luna Alice's striking green eyes, long tan limbs, pointed nose, and beautifully shaped lips.

The open front had revealed just enough to send my patience hanging by a thread. I had told myself it didn’t matter. That I had more important things to focus on. But then, out of the corner of my eye, I catch a flash of color beyond the window. I shift, turning my head just enough to see her. And immediately, my fists clench. Aurora has found another robe—if you could even call it that. The sheer fabric is as good as nothing, fluttering in the breeze as she lets it slip from her shoulders, revealing the kind of bikini that should be illegal.

I didn't like the way he called my sister Alicia Scarface, in reference to the scar that marked her face. “Wait, did you say one of them has a scar on her face? You sure it isn't Alicia?" Eric had asked. “Who is Alicia? Anyway the Scarface said her name was Joyce Donaldson. Could be she lied." Brice said. My heart was now thumping dangerously. “I need to talk to you alone Brice. Can Andrew wait outside?" Eric had demanded and I walked out of the radio room. I wasn't gone far when I heard the next instructions.

ASHER’S POV "Hey, Hey" Alejandro's voice brought me back to life. My eyes squeezed and opened far-flung for a while. Alejandro was the one in front of me. His cold and emotionless face ducked right in mine. I froze immediately and gushed at his beauty. "what happened,You okay?" He quizzed with his voice sounding so soothing like chocolate mixed with milkshake. My eyes didn't stop staring as much as I tried stopping myself. His pink bow shaped lips lured my soul.

she said. “I had to make sure I wasn’t followed.” Aurelian responded. “Did Tavian confirm the party details?” He asked, turning to Dylan. Dylan replied, “Eight o’clock. Just the heirs and a few others.” Aurelian closed his eyes and reached for the power that lived in his blood, the gift the Moon Goddess had granted his people in exchange for their devotion to peace. His bones shifted without pain, his features melting and reforming like wax under heat. When he opened his eyes again, he wore Dylan’s face—golden hair, bright blue eyes, and that easy smile.

She could feel its eyes on her, reactions blooming behind screens across the globe. The truth took on heat. But then The feed glitched. Static tore through the broadcast. For half a second, she saw her own face pixelate. And then it wasn’t her face. It was his. The Host. Unmasked for the first time. Dark hair. Pale eyes. Lips painted in calm cruelty. His voice was velvet. “Such lovely theatre, Isolde. But this isn’t your stage.” The feed steadied. He leaned toward the lens like a lover.