Novel & Cerita Aurora: The Princess Of Another Dimension

"You are meeting with Prince Zuerien." "And?" "Oh come on, darling!", She said rubbed Aurora's cheeks. "He is the Prince Zuerien of Valtoria." Aurora scoffed and slapped her hands away. "Don't be so dramatic because I'm meeting with your long time crush." "Oh, Aurora. You don't understand." "Understand what?" "Just put on the damn cloth and stop asking questions", Jazz said. "What's wrong with you, Jazz?", Aurora asked. "Nothing. You are just making everything seem like a big deal. Put on the clothes."

“Come on.” “Alright you win, but nothing scary.” She waited a couple of seconds and when nothing happened, she pulled her hand away. “Just wait,” he told her. “Any minute now.” Suddenly the room began to pulse and a slow hum filled the air. “Gabriel?”\ “Just a couple more seconds.” Something soft tickled at her nose and neck and then her eyelids. “Gabriel, can I open my eyes?” “Yes,” he smiled. “Open them.” When Aurora opened her eyes she was speechless. The entire room was filled with thousands of brightly coloured butterflies.

Aurora leaned forward, watching herself in the mirror, her eyes tracing the curve of her neck and jaw as though admiring a painting. Then, almost casually, she added, “Still… there’s something about you. I can’t place it.” The comb nearly snagged in her hair. I steadied my hand before it betrayed me. Aurora’s smile sharpened, her voice dropping lower, more intimate, as though sharing a secret. “Be careful not to get too close to my princes, little maid. Some things don’t belong to people like you.” The words were sugar-coated venom. The urge to bare my teeth, to strike, to tear the smug expression off Aurora’s face surged hot and violent. But I lowered my head instead, letting my long lashes

“You may all be aware of my… status.” Everyone knew of her bearing the essence of a True Luna. No one knew of what that entailed exactly. “I do not understand,” Eric picked up his wine glass which had been refilled. “What does your status have to do with the rogue leader Zephyr?” Aurora seemed to inhale slowly, as if preparing herself for something. Then she lifted a hand, and suddenly, the air seemed to thicken as strands of silver light emerged from her palm. My breath caught. I had seen her magic in action, but it never failed to take my breath away each time she showed it.

Elara had practically designed half of the setup herself after that, dragging Rina, three decorators, and two servants into the cold while yelling directions like a director of a magical Christmas movie. And now, seeing Aurora sitting under the golden lights, her lashes fluttering as she absorbed every detail, I finally understood why Elara had been so dramatic. Aurora truly deserved to be worshipped and pampered. She was the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. “Why are you staring at me like that?” Aurora finally asked, her voice a little soft, a little defensive, like she wasn’t used to being looked at deeply. I blinked, snapping back to the present. My mouth tugged into a slow smile as

Three years after the treaty signing. Aurora was 18 months old, strolling around with confidence and showing off magic that scared and amazed her parents at the same time. She could use witch magic to make things float and vampire strength to fling them across the room. She aged a little more slowly than human kids but faster than full vampires. She was a beautiful mix of both species and something completely new. "No, Aurora, we don't set the curtains on fire," Sera remarked for the third time that week, putting out little flames with a wave of her hand. "Fire is not for fun; it's for emergencies."

"Now." The Keeper's voice echoed across existence. And everything moved. Nihilus took another monumental step forward, his yawning shadow threatening to swallow the horizon of space-time. But this time—the universe stepped forward too. Aurora rose majestically into the burning canopy of stars, her arms outstretched as silver light exploded in cataclysmic rings around her form. The transcendent power of the Dream awakened completely within her. It did not manifest as a destructive weapon, nor as a localized cosmic blade, but as absolute, raw possibility.

She was stuck here. "Whose Voice? God's?" Aurora blinked again. It was getting stranger and stranger. Just few weeks ago, there were only nightmares, and except that, her life was almost normal. And then she had come to this blasted town with its blasted, creepy woods and she met Art and she met the snake and the wolf and she found out that she was from a long line of witches who had magick, she had learnt that Art had magick and that magick could pleasure her. And now this violet eyed stranger was telling her that he was a Guardian Angel and he talked with God!?

The interaction between them wasn't supposed to be painful but somehow his sweet words were like like sharp needles pricked in my flesh. Without even acknowledging me, the almighty Alpha started walking but his movements halted when the little girl---Aurora, spoke again. "Ro, wait." "What happened baby?" "You say every girl is a princess right?" Alpha nodded. "Yes baby. Every girl is born one. No matter what." Her neck tilted and her browns met mine. "See, you are one." Alpha turned around, towards the direction of her gaze which was me. "Who is?" His brows lowered in confusion. Aurora's gaze shifted to him and she murmured, "She--" Her little finger pointed towards me and continued, "--says

she replies. “It’s intriguing how our auras attract the crawlers but somehow Kataleya’s is the only one who isn’t attracting crawlers with her aura. Instead, hers is deflecting them,” I murmur as I look through the storm of crawlers, auras and magic at the Blood Moon. Find the focal point… “Light. She is light.” Dante’s response is simple, yet makes perfect sense. “And that is since she’s come into power,” Skyla adds. “My girl is a badass queen.”