Bloodstained Aurora Novels & Stories

Aurora rushed forward, her hands trembling. She was completely stunned, uncertain whether she should pull out the knife or do something else. All she could do was futilely cover Heath's abdomen, the warm blood seeping through her fingers, symbolizing Heath's rapidly fading life. No matter how desperately Aurora tried, she couldn't stop the flow. With a trembling voice, Aurora said, “It’s going to be okay... it’s going to be okay... I’ll get you out of here... nothing bad is going to happen...”

On the day of the surgery, Cyrus held my hand tightly, sweat beading on his forehead. "Don't worry. I'll be waiting for you right outside the operating room." The nurse handed him a consent form to sign. Florence walked over to me and said with a smile, "Don't worry. I will properly rescue you." She bent down and said into my ear, "After all, Cyrus had promised me that once you recover, he will take me to Ice Islands to see the aurora. He said that this is something that he owed me."

The moment the door opened, everyone in the living room instinctively covered their noses and mouths. Even Mom, who was always so domineering, gagged at the smell. Dad froze in the doorway. He stood frozen in place like a statue. I followed his line of sight and saw myself curled up on the floor. Between the drugs and alcohol, combined with the summer heat, my body had swollen and turned black beyond recognition. The pool of dried blood at the corner of my mouth split my face in two. There was still something tightly wedged inside my fist.

Every scar on Aurora’s body, every bruise and wound, every tear she had shed all of it demanded blood. I dragged in a breath, but the fury didn’t cool. Not this time. As Omega Boyd’s tears fell silently and Aurora stood unaware of his grief, I swore to myself that no one would ever hurt her again without paying the price.

Without wasting a single second, Renata shot her gun and the bullet pierced Aurora’s heart. Aurora couldn’t register what just happened. She started laughing and pulled the trigger again but this time her hands raised themselves and she fell on her back with a thud. The blood started oozing out of her chest staining her dress. “Aurora! Aurora! My love!” shouted Tikhon and knelt near her. He pressed his hands above her wound and tried to stop the bleeding but in vain. Aurora raised her hand to touch his cheek, but her hand fell down and life escaped from her eyes.

They collide in a spray of fur and snarls as Stacey wrestles him off course, giving me precious seconds as I struggle towards my little lamb. My knee buckles. Agony sears through my leg, so I drop two hands and knees, crawling toward Aurora’s limp form. Her breath is ragged, each inhale a rasping whisper. The sleek fabric of her suit is shredded, revealing pale skin smeared with dirt and blood. Teddy’s scent—her scent—hangs heavy in the air, lighting a fire in my veins. I clamp down on the pain and drag her body upright, tilting her head back. “Aurora?” She doesn’t move, but her body twitches. I rummage through for her vial. Fingers trembling, I pop the stopper and pour the shimmery liquid s

As a descendant of the Goddess, I expected she would respect the dead, but I had never seen her so bothered. Rona's arm hung over the side of the rocks, and Aurora lifted it by her wrist and gently placed it back by her side. The movement caused the light to glisten in the liquid and piqued my interest. Gone were the reservations of seeing another in this position, and instead, I found myself closing in on the body. While her skin was covered in blood, the crimson liquid on her stomach stood out. It was brighter and put off a little power as if it were still alive.

she whispered, her voice trembling, a soft plea that twisted the knife deeper in my chest. I grabbed her, pulling her into my arms. “Stay with me, Aurora. I’m not letting you go. Stay with me.” But the blood poured from her side, a crimson tide that stained my hands. My heart raced as I shouted for help, but it felt like an eternity before anyone arrived. Aurora’s POV

The wind howled violently, scratching at my throat until I felt an itch that seemed to make me want to cough. "Enough talking. Choose, or I'll let them both go." At Amber's signal, the men next to us hoisted both me and Tara up. The salty sea breeze hit me in the face, and the sharp smell of ocean water churned my stomach. However, nothing compared to the screaming in my ears. Before I could even draw a breath, Ethan had already made his choice. At that moment, everything went silent. Amber instinctively turned to look at me. My vision flickered and spots of black clouded my sight, but I did not know why.