Bloodstained Aurora Novels & Stories

I murmured, glancing at her, “why are those stinking creatures so obsessed with her? What do they want with her?” Aurora's eyes flickered, a brief flash of fear breaking through her usually composed expression. "That's what I've been asking myself," she said, exhaling sharply. She paused, gathering her thoughts before continuing, "They may be drawn to what's inside her." She looked away, her gaze distant. "I still need to look into it further.” My stomach turned. “Either way,” she continued, voice dropping to almost a whisper, “something in her blood sings to them. Something ancient. And it terrifies me, Gabriel because I don’t know if she’s the weapon—”

The primordial aura it released crushed everyone mercilessly. Yoren was forced back a step. Someone slammed into him from the side—or rather, shoved him. Yoren’s body swayed slightly before stabilising again. He stood perfectly upright once more just as an extremely faint scent reached his nose, making every instinct inside him tense instantly. Yoren reflexively lowered his gaze. His eyes widened immediately when he spotted a smear of blood on his hand. It was not his blood. He was not injured. The Beast’s deafening roar thundered out the next second. Its deafening roar made Yoren look up again.

His tone dropped a degree colder. “I need someone to take over Aurora. Someone on my side.” Selena froze. “Aurora? As in… Aurora, Aurora Atelier?” He nodded. Her jaw dropped. “But… Aurora was owned by Miss Hannah Tate, the founder. She named it after her daughter, Aurora. That was…” “My daughter,” he said calmly. “You’re… you’re Duncan Tate?” Her voice hit a pitch. A few heads turned. She didn’t care. “Hmm. You didn’t know?” he asked with a faint smirk.

Arthur held very still. "Her blood carries properties that do not exist in any pure-wolf lineage I have ever encountered," Harlen said. "The regenerative quality. The antidote effect. The way it responds to the compound of the plague as though it was designed to counter it — specifically and precisely." He picked up his notebook and opened it to a page dense with small handwriting. "There is only one classification that fits what I am seeing." He looked up. "Aurora is a hybrid." The word landed in the room like a stone dropped from a great height.

"Just as she was witnessing what was also happening to Scarlett, a fumble water in a circle form cover her up as her left hands began to bring grass, the other one lightening. While they were wild blowing. Scarlett didn't care of the students watching as she knew she would erase out their memories. She hit Aurora with one of the grass as it tied up her neck. The grass growing different plant in her body while an unstoppable wild was moving her. Aurora think of the situation fumed in anger as she glared at her necklace which suddenly turned blue. Just then, the sparkling light from her necklace began to enter her eyes as her whole body boiled in it. And suddenly, her hands brought out a flame

**(Alexander's POV)** I stood frozen, watching as blood stained Aurora's white mourning robes, spreading like crimson flowers against the snow-white fabric. My heart stopped. "She's bleeding!" Lily's scream cut through my stupor. "Alexander, do something!" I moved toward Aurora, my hands outstretched. "You need medical attention. Let me take you to the pack's healing den immediately." Her face, already pale from grief, now held something worse—hatred. She recoiled from me as though my touch might burn her.

She stares at the blood on her fingertips, her face a mask of pure, uncomprehending horror. I can’t speak. I just stare at the blood, at her, the reality crashing over me. The theories, Project Aurora… it’s not just about her bloodline. It’s inside her. And it’s starting to wake up.

The sound of the wooden floor creaked under her feet as she limped towards the fireplace. "Let me help you Aur..." She was cut off by her loud coughing. She covered her mouth with the old handkerchief. Her eyes almost fell out when she looked at the piece of cloth. What she saw made her know she didn't have long with her daughters. But Aurora was already having a bad day. She knew it would be selfish of her to bring up such news. The cloth was covered in a crimson fluid that used to be black. Her hands began to tremble because she knew the fluid was blood.

I canceled my ticket to Iceland. Even the customer service agent sounded confused. “There are only two seats left on this flight. Are you sure you want to cancel?” “Yes,” I said. “I’m sure.” We had been together for four years. Every February, he flew to Iceland. He always said it was for a photography project. On social media, he only posted glaciers and the northern lights. Whenever I said I wanted to see the aurora too, he would tell me, “It’s too cold there. You wouldn’t be able to handle it.” Then yesterday, I helped him organize an old hard drive. Inside was an encrypted folder named **February**. When I opened it, every photo was of the same girl standing beneath the same no