Aurora Novels Novels & Stories

Mallory walked to us, herself sitting in the middle and nudging against Aurora’s shoulder almost protectively, like she didn’t want me to steal her from her. Aurora smiled, her fingers stretching into her fur, and that made Mallory growl softly with her eyes closed. “She is such a darling,” Aurora said softly. “You know, I had thought I was going to die. Instead, she welcomed me into her home, even though I had come in uninvited.” “You just made it to Mallory’s good book, something I myself couldn’t do for years,” I replied. “You should tell me how all this happened later, as you need to get something to eat, and also I need to tend to my wound unless Marco stops ringing it in my ear that I

“Last night, there was a report of several people migrating into the three packs, almost at the same time. Each of the travelers bore no crests or visible traces of who they were.” My jaw went taut with tension. Could it be that these rogues come from them? Or rather, were they being protected by them? “Send word to Alpha Eric and Alpha Xavier on my behalf. Use a swift scout. No one else must find out.” “yes.” Just as I was about to turn and enter the meeting hall to finally begin the discussion, I paused. My eyes caught the movement of Elder Miriam in the distance, and Aurora walking beside her. Aurora wore a dress that I never knew she owned, a dark purple velvet one with a skirt that swis

Control disguised as assistance. Aurora thought she'd escaped this place. She thought she was safe with Gray and the King. But the Silvermoon Clan was still her past. And now it was falling apart. Soon, she'd have to choose. Help the pack that abandoned her, or watch it burn. Either way, she'd suffer. Aurora POV The morning started quietly, but it didn't stay that way. I was sitting in my living room, trying to focus on some paperwork for the King's council, when my phone started buzzing. I saw Boyd’s name on the screen and answered it immediately.

The basement was cold, damp and dark, the only light source coming from a dying candle on the wall. The kind of place unfit for any living creature to reside. And yet these cold stones had been the home of a girl for nearly eighteen years. Aurora was an orphan of a destroyed pack, the previous Easthaven Alpha finding her amongst the ruins after his war had been won. He brought her back to be raised as a slave, the entire pack punishing her out of a deep hatred they held for her family. It was only later discovered in the book that her birth family’s pack was of some old lineage, people once capable of wielding magic. Over the many ages, the craft had been forgotten, and her pack’s original s

~~~~ Aurora’s POV I had called Alfredo to arrange the fastest possible return. I felt stupid. Like a special kind of fool Jaxon had trampled on without even trying. On the flight, my head throbbed relentlessly. I pressed my palm to my temple, breathing shallowly, wiping tears that refused to stop spilling. I prayed sleep would take me—drag me under until Ravenwoods—but my body wouldn’t let me escape. Every time I closed my eyes, it was there again. Selene Hawthorn. Jaxon Grayson. A wedding invitation design.

“Aurora, we have to take it easy. We don’t have to believe everything she says.” She turned to me, her eyes burning with frustration. “Seriously, Ryan? We have to believe her. How else would she know what happened to me three or four days ago? How does she know about my mother? How does she know about Elliot?” She took a shaky breath. “How does this even happen?” I wasn’t sure what to say. “She must have figured it out somehow.” Aurora let out a dry laugh, shaking her head. “No, Ryan. She didn’t figure anything out. She knows.” Her voice trembled. “I’m a witch and a werewolf.”

She entered her favorite online novel app, her fingers moving nimbly searching for a title by the author who could always dive into the depths of her heart: **Lady-Noir**. Aurora gave a bitter smile as she began reading the latest chapter. The main character in the novel—a woman trapped in a complicated whirlpool of fate—always felt like a reflection of herself. Someone who had to keep pretending to be whole even though her soul was cracked everywhere. She drowned herself in those lines of words, trying to forget her reality for a moment. "Rory?" The voice broke Aurora’s concentration. She looked up quickly, her eyes widening in shock. A woman with short brown hair in stylish office attire s

.... (Aurora's POV) My heart completely sank. Leaping and almost bursting through my chest, for I have crossed part with the devil himself. And no, he is nothing like the tales told, he is not an ugly red man with horns but rather a beautiful man with luscious hair who can easily bewitch one with just a single stare. His golden brown eyes, which I clearly remembered changing color, shone brighter when he smiled even though I could tell those smiles were fake, all a sham to manipulate another victim....

AURORA “Good morning, dear,” a feminine voice came from down the hall on my left. I looked over and saw a middle-aged woman with the same dark hair and charming smile as Kiran and couldn’t help but smile back at her as I stood up, “Good morning, Mrs. Black.” “Oh, please, dear,” she waved her hand, “There is no Mrs. in this house, you can call me Brianna.” “Brianna,” I said and we smiled at each other, “I’m Aurora. Thank you so much for letting me stay the night. You and your son have been so good to me. I apologize for showing up unannounced and ruining your night.”

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.”