Auror Novels & Stories

Toasts were made, to absent mates whose names still lived in hearts, to pups who had shifted for the first time, to the strength that had carried the pack through another brutal year. Aurora sat at the high table between Ethan and Jason. She wore a simple aqua dress that matched her father’s eyes when they glowed; her hair was braided with silver threads the elders had woven in for protection. She smiled at the little ones who came to show her their drawings, but her gaze kept drifting to the high arched windows where rain streaked the glass in silver ribbons. The storm had been building all day, low clouds, electric air. She felt it in her bones: something he

"The woman who pulled me off the battlefield seven days ago. Lily of the valley pheromones." The nurse glanced at him. "Mother of All Wolves. Aurora. Tent's on the east side. The largest one." He did not move. Of course he knew the Mother of All Wolves. Aurora, harmonic core of twelve Alphas. The rumors said her resonance could shatter city walls. But none of those rumors mentioned she would crouch down to save a dying soldier. None of them mentioned that when she pressed her lily of the valley to someone's nape, it was cold and sweet, like Northern snowmelt at the first thaw.

An abrupt burst of aura enveloped is his entire body. "So you wanna play, right? Let's play then!" "Come! Bone-Scythe."

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

into the code to keep the planet "Real." The result was the "Atmospheric-Aurora." Above the Antarctic, a curtain of light erupted that spanned the entire electromagnetic spectrum. It wasn't the violet of the Sombra or the blue of the Detroit-Standard. It was a "Living-White-Light"—the sum of all human and post-human frequencies combined.

Because this night, this moment, this birth of a creature that has not been seen for centuries, it’s a beginning. A storm has broken and her name is Aurora.

To be honest even I didn’t know what we were supposed to do with this symbol. She smacked her head and instructed, “Tyson, place your palm on the symbol of dragon….” She didn’t have to explain the rest. Zarina and Caleb placed their hands on the respective symbols. Aurora exhaled forcefully and passed by me when Tiara caught her hair. She leaned towards her and I had to let her go to her mother. Aurora’s hands trembled as she placed her hand on the second petal with the symbol of a witch. My heart pounded against my ribs as we waited in anticipation.

Nova Aurora steps towards Alex, her fingers trembling slightly as she places them on his forehead. Her voice, low and melodic, slips into an ancient tongue as she chants softly. As she speaks, the air in the room begins to move, the temperature slightly dropping as though the very atmosphere is holding its breath. Slowly, a soft, silvery mist starts to curl upward. At first, it’s almost imperceptible, a faint shimmer that no one could quite place. But as the mist swirls and thickens, it expands—spreading outward, enveloping the room in a haze.

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.”