Novel & Cerita Aurora Fan Art

Crowds of people had gathered there, all eager for a glimpse of the spectacle. A couple next to us gasped in awe just as I stepped forward. “Oh my! It’s beautiful!” The aurora lit up the sky, bursting with colors like a celestial tapestry. I was mesmerized. I stood there and was unaware that someone had approached me from behind. “Do you like the aurora?” The voice, cold yet boyish, belonged to fourteen-year-old Christopher. “Of course I do! My mom said that if you and your partner see the aurora together, you’ll find everlasting love and happiness.”

They appeared in their wolf’s form. Aurora shook her white fur so harshly after taking over from Angel and grabbed two vampires by their necks before landing on the ground, crushing their necks under her paws. She howled aloud, raising her snouts high in the air, summoning all the wolves around her, including rogues. All the wolves in all the packs around her felt a force on them, making all of them howl aloud behind her. Even rogues howled aloud, mirroring Aurora’s pain. It was the time when a white urn appeared in Rita’s hands.

The last message was still the one he sent that morning about how he was going to get her sandwiches. Gayle didn't reply. He tapped on his phone and sent the photo of the aurora. [Gayle, I just finished work, so I came to see the aurora. Get well soon. I'll bring you here next time.] The photo loaded for a while before sending. But then, nothing else happened. There was no immediate reply like before. No string of excited messages like [Wow!] or [Amazing! It's so dreamy! I would like to visit too!]

Aurora is turning quite feisty isn't she? Do you guys think she'll be able to see RM or not . Until next time drop a review and comment

Aurora’s gift was a thick glass frame, and in it was the 3D print of a clear view of a man, seated with his back to the world, and also seated beside him was the glowing outline of a little girl’s back. Together, they gazed at the sky, filled with the radiant light of the Aurora. Just underneath the frame was a wooden base, and etched on it was a writing that read: ‘I am not there to wish you a happy birthday, but know that I am always with you.’

We are close, but we have never both fucked the same woman at the same time. My dick stirs at the image of us spit roasting Aurora. Fuck, why do I like that idea too much? Despite the appeal of how sinful things could get with all four of us, Aurora, as our muse, I push the thought away. She’s our Luna, not a dirty whore for us all to feast on.

The feeling of eyes on her skin. "Maman?" Ethan’s voice broke through her paranoia. He was holding up his tablet. "Look," he said. "A picture of us." Aurora froze. "What?" She walked over. She looked at the screen. It was I*******m. A fan account for Maison AVA. And there, posted an hour ago, was a photo. It wasn't a paparazzi shot. It wasn't a professional photo. It was a photo taken from above. From a distance.

"Aurora is a Tribrid and her wolf already claims Jaxon as his mate" Please vote vote VOTE!!! The next few chapters coming will be clearing up some misunderstandings in the book

◇NO POV◇ For world Aurthur might be cruel but infront of viranica he is the most sweetest man he can't even raise his voice infront of her the side which world never seen from Aurthur was seen by viranica sun rays hitting viranica's eyes she opened her eyes slightly and looked at the handsome face beside her she pushed him away with one push but he is in deep sleep so moved and slept again some evil idea popped in viranica's brain she went near the sketch and brought it she started face art first she wrote monkey on his forehead later she drawn danger symbol bones and everything, she drew two fangs near his lips, she wrote monster on his face

It slid into the lock like it belonged there. Inside, the air was thick with dust and turpentine. The Ray's of the Moonlight found it's way into the room through cracked skylights, painting the canvases in silver. Her mother’s work: abstract storms of color, faces half-formed, eyes that looked as if the followed you. Aurora’s breath fogged in the cold. She found the portrait behind a stack of stretchers. Sixteen-year-old Aurora in oils her mother’s last piece before the stroke. The girl in the painting looked tired. Mouth soft, like she was about to apologize for existing.