Aurora Villain Novels & Stories

'His venom is made of vengeance and hatred. ' - Bloodsongs. ~ (Aurora) Aurora leaned against the cold metal locker, her heart burning in shame and regret as she watched as Art walked away. She felt like the most despicable person in the whole universe and there was just no stopping her guilt from eating at her.

"Alpha Draven, you have to believe me, there is a traitor amongst your pack. He is giving information to Karn. They are going to take Aura and if they can’t take her, they are going to kill her and her pups!” With lightning speed, I grabbed the person pinning them against the wall. "Who are you?" I thundered. The wolf's hood flopped back revealing a young girl. I didn't think she could be any more than fourteen. “Who are you?” I asked. “My name is Valerie, I am Alpha Vossler’s daughter.

Aurora's former personal assistant. The man who had once worked closely beside her. The man who knew her schedule. Knew her habits. Knew nearly every secret within the company. And then betrayed her. Aurora remembered everything. Aaron had secretly worked against her. Leaked information. Manipulated data. Even played a role in the disaster that had nearly destroyed her life. Worse still... He had once claimed to be Ivy's biological father. Lily's baby. The child who had never been given the chance to grow up.

I tried to summon up the courage and address them. “I..dunno what you’re talking about. But I think you have the wrong person.” I snapped back, trying to brush off any form of physical touch from any of the men. “Aren’t you Aurora from the Moonfall pack. The omega girl is supposed to be a breeder?” One of the men asked with a sinister smile on his face. They slowly advanced nearer to me, closing all possible exits. I wiped the sweat beaded on my forehead as I kept turning around, making sure none of them sneaked up to me in surprise.

It can be said that Aurora's mother is the complete opposite of Kate Langley. She is not a woman who will let herself be smelled by oil smoke, nor touch pots and pans, but she is a woman who loves Aurora the most in the world. Breana won't cook what Aurora likes, does not coax her like other mothers, and never told her a fairy tale. But when Aurora was naughty and fell and got hurt, her mother would scold her, but then she would secretly cry silently. And when she saw Aurora upset because she had a large black birthmark on her wrist, her mother dyed the entire area black to have a birthmark like hers. And she did it just so Aurora wouldn't feel sad and alone anymore. In Aurora's eyes, Brean

There was an underlying threat in my tone. What happened next was a shocker. Aurora got on her feet and slammed both hands on the table making the cutlery and plates clatter loudly. She leaned close to me, her eyes fierce with warning. "Read my lips, Leonardo. I'd rather die than let you take my son away from me." She warned and stormed away. I gulped, petrified at this version of Aurora I had never seen. She was as fierce as a tigress and her eyes looked like they were breeding flames as she stared at me in rage.

“Complete the binding you'll have to inject the serum and merge the triad ,Then I will be born in my full form only then will I burn their empire from the inside.” Aurora pulled the vial from her pocket and the liquid inside shimmered like liquid starlight, catching the blue light and fracturing it into a thousand tiny rainbows. It was warm, almost hot, as if alive. Lila’s voice was a whisper. “You can't think of doing this ,this is insane," she said throwing her hands up in the air She asked, raising her eyebrow she was scared not for herself but for Aurora and her unborn baby.Aurora opened the vile “Victor said she’s the key, not the heir “The key.”she said repeating “ the key”

Aurora hadn't merely seized power; she had meticulously, insidiously, orchestrated her ascent through a web of profound deception, through a betrayal that struck at the very heart of their family. Violet realized, with a chilling clarity, that Aurora’s escalating paranoia, her desperate need to eliminate perceived threats, might be her greatest weakness. Her obsessive fear of betrayal, her relentless pursuit of hidden enemies, was turning her into a desperate, isolated figure, consumed by her own internal demons. She was lashing out, striking blindly, indiscriminately, at anyone who stood in her path, at anyone who harbored even a flicker of dissent.

"What would Mr. Whitmore think if I showed your photo to him? His precious granddaughter is the top assassin of the Abyss?" Aurora's heart skipped a beat. The issue Dominic raised was indeed crucial. If Mr. Whitmore saw the photo, whether he believed it or not, he would be more wary of Aurora. After all, she did have a face identical to Olivia's. Dominic's threat hit her weak spot perfectly. This face was both her weapon for revenge and her biggest vulnerability!

"She's lied before." "I know," Aurora said. She studied my face. "But if she's telling the truth about the lair, we need to know." I held my breath. Waiting. "What do you want in return?" Aurora asked. "Nothing," I said. "Just a chance to make amends. To prove I'm not completely worthless." That last word hit exactly how I wanted it to. Aurora flinched slightly. She knew what it felt like to be called worthless. To be treated like nothing.