Auralescent Face Reveal Novels & Stories

"The father is... neutralized." "For now," Aurora said, turning back to her computer. The party, the "animals" outside, were a distant, irrelevant roar. "He is the past. He is a ghost. I am... I am more concerned about the future." The phone on her desk, the private line for the Maison, buzzed. It was not a call. It was an email. From her new, American, PR team. She opened it. Elias watched her. He watched her face, the "Madame" mask, go, for a single, fractional second, perfectly, terrifyingly still.

Aura raised her red face and tried to smile. Celine bent down and kissed her forehead. she cleaned her face with her cold shuddering palm and whispered encouraging words, “You are doing amazing, dear.” Aura forced her lips to smile but ended up crying out loud. Her shoulders trembled painfully that Celine couldn't help but take a hand in her palm and caress her head as she continued to whisper good things.

The red glow became brighter, almost burning. He growled and grabbed his head with both hands, like something loud was screaming inside his head and only he could hear it. He staggered back, knocking over a chair. “Aurelian!” I shouted. I quickly picked my clothes from the ground and put them on as fast as I could. “Aurelian, speak to me!” I said, moving toward him. But when I saw his face, I froze. His fangs were elongated, sharp, and visible. His face was starting to grow hair, dark fur spreading across his cheeks and jaw. His eyes were pure red now, glowing like fire.

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.

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.

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.