Auralescent Face Reveal Novels & Stories

“Thank you for your extraordinary enthusiasm. Our auction has officially concluded.” Another round of applause echoes through the ballroom. “And now…we arrive at the moment the entire world has been waiting for. The unveiling of Masked LRT.” My stomach drops. It’s time. Oh my God! It’s actually time. I suddenly feel as though I might throw up. “Hey.” Aaron gently cups my face, forcing me to look at him instead of the screen. “Lori. Breathe.” I do exactly that, taking a slow, steady breath before letting it out.

Khalid arrived with the car at the same time. “You've prophesied quite a number of times in just three months and I can't even remember them.” I sighed. “Who's here, Thalos?” “The ruin or the salvation of the wolf world. She's here.” He said, and I felt a chill run down my spine as I remembered the exact prophecy. “THE FACELESS LUNA IS HERE.”

Mate. His hand shook slightly as he turned the level up. Reporters’ words filled the room. “Miss Vale! Is it true you’re the rightful Moonstone heir?” “Do you have a statement about the identity switch scandal?” “Were you hiding all these years?” Aurora didn’t answer. She simply turned her head slightly, her red hair falling like a flame over her shoulder. Her lips parted faintly, sharp as a knife. “No comment,” she said, her voice calm, low, deadly.

It was just another glossy cover, another face he didn’t recognize plastered across it, but then the headline caught his eye, and his heart skipped a beat. The Healer Leading the Charge for Medical Reform."** The air seemed to leave the room. Zayn’s hand froze on the desk, his eyes locked onto the image before him. It couldn’t be. His mind struggled to catch up with what he was seeing, the familiar features of a face he hadn’t expected to ever see again. Aurora.

"He... was hot looking..." Draven’s nostrils flared. His chest tightened. Hot looking? The hell was this? "But..." Aurora swayed slightly, her eyes unfocused. "I think... I have... found... someone more... handsome..." She let out a tipsy giggle, hiccupping slightly before continuing. "Hahaha... Kael. is... not... a human... he’s a... fuck.sick. bastard." Draven’s expression darkened. The mention of Kael had already set his blood boiling, but it was her last sentence that truly caught his attention.

A wave of gasps swept through the room. Lifting the first piece, and holding it between my fingers, I raised it high as its surface shifted, color blooming and changing into a different shade of hue before their eyes. “This,” I said softly, “is called Aureflux.” “You conniving bitch!” The scream ripped through the room. And then hell broke loose.

‎ ‎She looked directly into the cameras. ‎ ‎“And no outside company will take control of it.” ‎ ‎Far across the city, Victor Hale stood in his office watching the broadcast on a large screen. ‎ ‎Aurora’s announcement played live in front of him. ‎ ‎For the first time that day, Victor’s smile disappeared. ‎ ‎His assistant looked nervous. ‎ ‎“Sir… she revealed the trust.” ‎ ‎Victor’s eyes narrowed slightly. ‎ ‎“Yes.” ‎ ‎The assistant swallowed. ‎

I said, stepping past my shade, ignoring the cold warning pricking at my neck. ​"Am I?" Aurelian’s smile was a grotesque, asymmetrical twist on Kael’s face. The blackness in his pupils rippled like disturbed ink. "See for yourself." ​The ink receded in a violent, gut-churning spasm. The darkness shrank, and for a fraction of a second, Kael’s bright amber eyes locked onto mine. He heaved in a ragged, agonizing breath, his chest rising and falling in erratic thuds.

Anna covered her mouth in disbelief when she saw the male celebrity. In normal times, she also loved the television series that were played by Stephen. “Master, it seems that there’s only one day left before the seven-days period as per agreed on the internet. If his appearance is published tomorrow, it will be a huge blow to Lush Cosmetics,” said Anna. “Do you have the confidence to heal his face by tomorrow?” Stacey thought that she was listening to a story of the Arabian Nights. “His face is already rotten to such a state. Even a skin implant can’t recover his face anymore, right? Are guys serious about recovering his face by tomorrow?”

A ripple of presence stirred at the edge of the cavern, subtle at first—like a shifting of air, or the twitch of curtains in a distant room. Then— A figure stepped forward. Auren. Her knees nearly buckled. He looked half-destroyed—blood drying down one side of his face, his shirt torn, skin cracked with golden fissures where divine power had scorched him from the inside out. His hair hung wild, his jaw tight with exhaustion and fury. But his eyes— His eyes were entirely Auren. No god. No monster. Just him. He froze when he saw her. He didn’t speak. Didn’t breathe.