Aurora Fan Art Novels & Stories

I couldn’t never tell her what the consequences are if one tries to mate with someone other than their mate bond let alone a human. “You’re so pure and innocent that you feel bad for someone who killed your father… don’t let it ruin you… it---” this fucking human was getting on my nerves, he was giving her everything a girl needs… solace. Something I couldn’t provide; I know he would never want to let this opportunity run away from his hands. Aurora is, young, beautiful, strong and seductive, not to mention she’s crying which heightens her feature making everyone’s heart pound. I gritted my teeth and my eyes started glowing bright yellow watching them stand together but she suddenly pushed h

Belle, I am sorry for the anger and frustration that was unjustly directed towards you. You would not be hurt if it weren't for me. I'm sorry for the trouble I've put you through. I pray that the nefarious individuals won't cause you any harm now that I'm leaving Yvan and his family. I wish to ensure that no harm comes to anyone because of me. Especially you and my baby. This is for the better. Love, Aurora The thought of losing those closest to me scares me. I'd rather sacrifice my happiness and dreams for the safety of my beloved, even if it means leaving them.

"Aurora doesn't remember anything when her personality flips... She was too weak to take the abuse at a young age and it had affected her, she was suppressed from the beginning... She never talks when someone is abusing her thinking she is too weak, this is what her father installed in her mind. Aurora tolerates everything at the moment but when she sits alone and overthinks about the situation then she flips. Her anger comes out as another personality and it won't die until she kills the person..." Rafael looked at Aurora's peaceful face. "She has no idea what's happening to her... Her family made sure of to fuck her mind. Aria, her father and mother. They killed her pets and there started

Aurora lives on the second floor of her Manor because she loves to paint on the rooftop, the view from there is breathtaking, and Sam lives below her. 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 our kitchen next door, beckoning her to come and share in the warmth.

she wasn’t ready to face that battle just yet. Not until she knew more. Aurora pushed open the door to her home, trying to keep her emotions in check. The familiar scent of home greeted her, but it did little to soothe the turmoil in her heart. As she stepped inside, she noticed her younger sister, Clara, sitting by the window, a paintbrush in hand. She was working on one of her paintings, completely absorbed in her art. “Hey, Clara,” Aurora greeted, her voice soft as she approached her sister. Clara looked up and smiled, her eyes lighting up when she saw Aurora. “Hey, Aurora! Do you want to paint with me?” she asked eagerly, holding out a brush. Aurora hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

Sensing the air shift, I searched for Dante in the snow. When he appeared, a young blonde-haired girl stood by his side in a long t-shirt, smiling at me. “Aurora?” I gasped as she ran through the snow toward me with her arms open wide. “She sprouted quickly, so I returned her before she hit adulthood. She's around ten, I believe, and is just as mindful,” Dante explained as I hugged my daughter in my arms. “Take us home, please,” Austin asserted as he patted me and Aurora's backs.

"Stop carrying burdens that were never yours to bear. Let us make you strong instead of broken." The master artifact pulsed with anticipation, sensing my wavering resolve. Dark tendrils of energy reached toward me like eager fingers, ready to wrap around my mind and add me to their collection. That's when Giana's laughter echoed through the chamber. "Aurora," she said with obvious satisfaction as she entered with predatory grace. "You've made this even easier than I hoped." She looked radiant in the artifact's dark light. Her power was amplified by proximity to the network's central node. This was her element—corruption, manipulation, turning hope into despair with surgical precision.

Girls flitted in and out of frame, adjusting corsets, curling lashes, whispering chants to themselves like spells. Aurora sat before the mirror, already dressed in her opening number—the black bodysuit Vanessa had chosen, hugging her curves like it had been stitched to her soul. Her gloves were laid out beside her, long and black with gold threading at the seams. Her lips were painted deep red, her eyes smoked to perfection. She looked… dangerous. Like a secret about to be told. Her fingers trembled slightly as she adjusted her earring. The door swung open. “Front row request,” Lisa called over the chatter. “Table thirteen.”

“He’s always busy now.” I swallowed the lump in my throat. “I’m sorry, Aurora. That must have felt really sad.” She nodded, then reached into her backpack and pulled out a folded piece of paper. “I made this for you. At home last night.” I unfolded it carefully. It was a crayon drawing of stick figures: a tall man with dark hair, a little girl with pigtails, and....my stomach dropped, another woman with brown hair standing beside them, holding the little girl’s hand. A bright sun smiled overhead, and a clumsy wolf shape sat in the corner.

Aurelia “The stories of his appearance are widely known,” the Cloaked Wolf began, his red cover unmoving as we were suddenly taken into a blur of many colours and several sounds that his voice droned over—though the predominant colour was sky blue and the blur made me feel as though I was moving at the speed of the fastest thing that was. “His approach to a lonely, childless couple for shelter…” “The Alpha of the then Glagen Pack coming to ask him to leave, and the couple to be banished…”