Aurora Fan Art Novels & Stories

Though Arthur suggested that they call an event planner, Aurora believed she could do it herself. Arthur didn’t want to discourage her, so he let her do it. He wasn’t so interested anyway. “What’s your favorite color?” Arthur asked, and Aurora raised her head to look at him again. “Blue. Why?” She asked, and he shook his head. “Nothing. I was just curious.” He answered, looking into the book she was writing again. Aurora swallowed hard as she looked into the book too. She wasn’t sure what they were, but she knew it wasn’t the way it used to be.

“Your brain will implode.” “I’ll try,” Aurora whispered. And then she was alone. She curled on the bed for a moment, hugging her knees, then slowly let herself fall back until she lay flat on her back, staring up. The ceiling was painted with a delicate scene—an endless forest in soft blues and greys, silver mist curling around the trunks of ancient trees. In the center was a full moon, luminous and haunting. And beneath it, perched on a rocky cliff, a single wolf howled to the sky.

She knew Circe was still there, somewhere inside—but that didn’t make the emptiness disappear. The forest that lined the road to Blue Moon Pack stretched endlessly, towering evergreens swaying under the cool mountain wind. Lydia’s window was half open, letting in the scent of moss, pine, and something else—faint traces of wolf and Lycan mingled in the air, ancient and pulsing with quiet power.

Aurora's love for him overflowed. Aurora's brush danced across the canvas from the rooftop of her manor, capturing the vibrant hues of the sunrise. The breathtaking view inspired her art. As she worked, the enticing aroma of freshly brewed coffee wafted up from Sam's residence below, beckoning her to come and share in the warmth.

Love revealed itself in countless ways, and Aurora absorbed it all, eager to fully grasp its essence. Under the guidance of Dr. Westwood, Aurora ventured into the realms of art, literature, and music, seeking to unlock the depths of human creativity. They strolled through art galleries, hand in hand, their steps echoing with the whispers of forgotten masterpieces. Aurora marveled at the strokes of a brush that created vivid landscapes, the words that weaved tales of profound emotion, and the melodies that stirred the soul.

Aurora hardly slept her body was on fire every time she closed her eyes she saw his beautiful face with those incredible ice-blue eyes staring into hers raking her body and making her feel things she had never felt before. She tossed and turned so hot she kicked off her sheets to let the cool night air ease the burning at her core, nothing worked, even a second ice-cold shower brought only temporary relief. After rummaging in her closet she found an old electric fan and plugged it in, it wasn’t very powerful but it gave her some relief,

“Sorry, am I missing something?” “There have been some questionable movements lately and we are afraid that the werewolves and witches are planning something.” “Thank God! We are far away from Earth. I just don’t have the energy to get stuck in something again.” Aurora said taking Tiara from my lap. What I did not tell Aurora was that these plans seemed to be targeted at Typhoon. I didn’t want to worry her… not at least till it was confirmed. “Say, bye… we will go and do splashy splashy…” Aurora cooed and took her inside.

Aurora jumped upstage. She grabbed the edge of her hoodie and pulled it over her head. She was wearing a tank top and leggings underneath. Her fit and graceful body immediately caught everyone’s attention. Aurora stretched her shoulders and grinned at Baron. She raised a hand and crooked her index finger. “Bring it on,” she beamed. Baron glared at her. He was infuriated by Aurora’s gesture. Letting out a deafening roar, he suddenly lunged at Aurora! Astonished gasps came from the crowd as Aurora deftly dodged this powerful charge.

Just her. Just Aurora.

…… Aurora didn’t know why she was angry but with the way she threw Liam’s door open, she knew she was very angry but when her eyes fell on Liam’s portrait on the wall, her gaze softened and she picked up the picture before slowly sitting on the bed. “Baby” she muttered under her breath while her fingers slowly caressed the portrait. He looked so alive in the picture and once again she found it hard to believe that he was no more. “I hope heaven gave you peace from all the pain right?” She asked again. This was the one person she genuinely loved with all of her being and she couldn’t deny it even if she wanted too.