Auralescent Face Reveal Novels & Stories

"Identify yourself!" "It's me," Audrey said. Her voice sounded strange to her own ears—deeper, vibrating with a resonance that felt like the hum of a distant storm. Elara lowered her weapons, but she didn't move closer. She stared at Audrey’s eyes. The warm amber was gone, replaced by a swirling, hypnotic violet-gold that seemed to pull at the light in the cave. "Audrey... your face. Your hands." Audrey looked down. She began to unwrap the linen bandages she had worn since the battle at the Solar Heart. As the cloth fell away, she gasped.

Auria said with all the seriousness in her voice. “Why not file a case to the police?” Jack replied, taking the paper from Azrick’s hold and reading it once more. Auria shook her head and said, “no, I want things done efficiently and with as little involvement as possible. And through research and asking around, I figured that you two are the one fit for the job.” Auria opened her mouth to say more things but redacted, instead, holding a hand towards Azrick and Jack as she introduced herself. “I am sorry, I forgot to formally introduce myself. My name is Auria Martinez, an actress and singer of the Odyssey Production. I am a popular actress and singer and often perform at theatres and things

“But?” “There’s a little problem.” The room stills. Every eye turns to her, concern flickering across familiar faces. “For the main outfit reveal,” she continues carefully, “I think you should do it.” The words land heavy. Before I can respond, the door pushes open. The sound snaps through the room. My head lifts just as Aurelia steps inside. Her stance is rigid. Her eyes sharp. The air shifts instantly. My lips curl slowly into a smile. I knew it.

Aurora with her shaking steps neared the burly guy getting no reaction from him. Halting only a few inches away from him she looked up in his unblinking dark grey eyes with her teary blue ones, she raised her shivering hand to touch his cheek to ensure her disbelieving nerves that he indeed was real. The moment her cold fingers brushed against his beard jaw she gasped out freeing her stuffed tears not wearing any kind of facade in front of him for the very first time. "Ace," She whispered palming his cheek blinking her eyes in daze, her eyes screamed the joy she felt in her heart, but his blank eyes and patched lips were now scaring her, she was desperate to hear her name from those lips aga

It was blurry. I opened the app and increased my phone's brightness. I wiped my tears and sat properly. What I saw hit me like a grenade. "Face of newest Grey addition revealed" I scrolled through the pictures, chest pounding. They were pictures of Aurora-my Aurora. I trembled. This wasn't as discreet as I'd hoped they'd keep it. Trouble was brewing; I could smell its sourness. My phone rang. I flinched before I saw the name. Rowland.

Aurelia is an army crawler as she makes her way through the suite, she babbles, laughs, smiles all the time, eats like she hasn't had a meal in a week every time she does. Her dark hair has lightened up, she now has light brown hair with piercing green eyes that hold flecks of blue in them, her fair skin already held a few little freckles speckled across her tiny nose. She looked like the perfect mix of her mother and I, but I believe she looks more like Raven every day, whereas Hael is starting to resemble me a lot more.

A black Mercedes Benz just pulled in the parking lot, the car obviously shines from miles away. “Fuck,” Aurora curses underneath her breath. Caelum steps out of the car, dressed in a charcoal grey suit and shades on his face. I'm not afraid to admit he looks hot, he always does, his friends too, is this their thing? Looking like they walked right out a magazine? “Err, hold that thought Stella.” Aurora says, hastily rushing to Caelum. Caelum spots her and he smiles at her, pulling his shades off his face and into his hand.

Controlled. “You’ve grown bold, Adrian.” The room froze. Aurora turned sharply toward Adrian. “You know him?” Adrian’s expression had hardened. “Yes.” On the screen, the man tilted his head slightly, as if listening to something only he could hear. Then he looked directly into the camera again. “And Aurora Hale…” Aurora felt the air leave her lungs. He knew her name. “…you’re far more interesting than your father ever told us.” Thunder cracked across the sky.

Excited cheers from Aure distracted him from the fear of falling. When he jumped inside, he was slightly taken back by the distinct flaw on her face. Almost half of her face was casted by black discoloration: covered one eye, partly of her lips and full on her nose. Before he commented a word about it, the carefree expression on hers made him realize the girl was not the very least aware. Thus he smiled and introduced himself, "Ramses Cooper. I live on the outskirts of Aurum's outskirts." "Aurelia Vicentes, welcome to my home!" she replied with curtsy imitating princesses she read in fairytale books.

Then I looked up. A massive banner hung across the front of the hall. ‘Emerald’s New Launch: Lume.’ To the left was Julien’s portrait, confident, sharp, every inch the executive. And to the right, just below, was mine. My name printed in elegant gold letters beneath it: Aurelia Duvall — Woman of the Hour. For a second, I couldn’t breathe. It wasn’t pride exactly. It was something deeper, a quiet ache of recognition. The universe whispering, See? You made it.