Aurora Borealis Blue Novels & Stories

"Anyway, are you in one of my classes?" "Yes, sir. 8:00 to 9:00 am. Mythology and Folklore," I dictated. "Oh, then you might want to tell me your name so I could recognize you in our class," he suggested. I mentally screamed with his suggestion. He just asked my name. I know it's just nothing, but he still asked my name! "My pleasure, sir. It's Aurora Lynne Lopez, but you can call me Aurora or Rora." "Or babe," I mentally said and screamed in my own craziness.

He had shed his heavy tactical furs, leaving him in a thin, black compression shirt that showed the silver runes pulsing on his skin. I followed close behind him, my hand resting on Lucian’s shoulder. The green Beacon in my chest was no longer screaming; it was vibrating, humming in a strange, melodic frequency that matched the rhythm of Killian’s heartbeat. It was a terrifying symphony—the Coven’s curse and the Alpha’s soul, finally finding a middle ground. "Mommy, the air is full of colors," Lucian whispered, his eyes wide. High above, through the iron grates of the vents, the Aurora Borealis was dancing across the polar sky. But this wasn't a natural aurora. It was sapphire blue and jagge

"And a few ceremonial hunting shirts." Aurora's gaze sharpened at this, a flicker of surprise crossing her face. "The blue one with silver runes," I clarified, my voice softer now. "And the black one with moonstone buttons. You purchased them for me for the Winter Solstice Moon. Do you remember?"

Eventually, she arrived at the grand stream and settled herself on a large rock that stood just a few feet away from the water’s edge. As Aurora stared at the stream, she let out a long breath. The water shimmered beneath the moonlight as its sapphire-blue surface reflect in the full moon above. The color reminded Aurora of Maverick’s eyes. Sapphire blue, as though they were a hidden treasure crafted by nature itself. The realization made Aurora’s chest tighten, and she immediately looked away from the water. “Nyx, what should I do?” Aurora questioned inwardly as she reached out to her wolf. “Aurora,” Nyx called softly.

They were a clear, deep brown, the color of the earth she had fought so hard to return to. "Leo," she whispered. Adrian leaned over, his face transformed by a joy so pure it seemed to glow. He touched the baby’s tiny hand, and Leo’s fingers curled instinctively around his thumb. "He’s perfect," Adrian said. Outside, the aurora borealis began to dance across the sky. It wasn't the harsh, artificial light of the Voss labs. It was a soft green and violet, a natural curtain falling over the era of monsters.

They both widened out their left palm as Eclipse emitted light while Polaris emitted a green flame of magnetism. As soon as the two lights met, a very bright glow of green light started revolving around them. Their eyes widened as they quickly dispatched their palms, landing safely on the ground. “ What was that?” Eclipse asked. “ I think we had an AURORA” Polaris muttered in shock. “ What?!” Eclipse exclaimed. “ Yes. An Aurora is a natural phenomenon which is characterized by the display of a natural colored light which can by either green, red, yellow or white in the sky” Polaris explained.

"Oh my god, girl! You look hot!" Aurora grinned bashfully, swirling left and right. The mini black dress she'd bought fit her like second skin, it was a sharp contrast to her pale skin but it looked perfect nonetheless. It was sleeveless with flowers embroidered at the hem of the gown, silver rhinestones decorated the rest of the bodice creating a sparkling glow.

I knew she was here. It was now beyond her scent. I could feel it. I could taste it on my lips. Mine. I crushed the thought before it could fully form. Annie sat across the room with Balor, in the obvious and noticeable part of the pub. But that wasn’t Annie. She hated being the center of attention. There was no way on earth Balor could know that. She was in a blue dress – the one I’d gotten for her on her last birthday. It slipped off one shoulder, her ginger curls falling down her back and framing her face. She looked like a wild flower. The only problem was that I didn’t think she knew that. Annie looked too young to be here, too beautiful to be let out.

The Arctic Circle. Coordinates Unknown. The snowmobile roared across the frozen lake. Ash drove, squinting against the wind, while Nova held onto his waist, her eyes fixed on the sky. Above them, the Aurora Borealis danced—waves of green, blue, and violent purple light rippling across the stars. "It looks like you," Ash shouted over the engine noise. "It is me," Nova whispered. She could feel the sky. It was singing to her. Ahead of them, a solitary structure appeared on the peak of a glacier. It looked like an old radio tower, half-buried in ice.