Dark Aura Pokemon Novels & Stories

It was the embodiment of a predator and it was assigned to kill me. The thing reeled back its head after in a great roar as if to bellowed out fire on me, the tiny figure standing in front of it. I instinctively rose the Aurora sword in front of me. Instead of normal flame, it blew out a steady stream of black and purple fire. The sword sliced it in half, protecting me. After the breath, it turned its head and gazed at me with one bright golden hazel eye. The fearsome intelligence I saw in it scared me even more. I was going to have to defeat this thing, and it might possibly be smarter than me. It was most definitely stronger.

Her other arm that didn't have any tattoos covering it sported the same scars. The tail of whatever tattoo lay on her back wrapped itself around her right hip and rested on a jagged scar that started at the hip and ended just below her ribs. Too engrossed to stop himself Asher lifted Summer into a sitting position so he could see exactly what was on her back. She let out a whimper as his hands touched her bare skin. Eyes widening he took in the intricate dragon tattoo that covered the entirety of her back. Just below the ink her skin was littered with scars much worse looking than the ones on her arms.

he grumbled. [Of course, you're almost a full-blown Dragon now even though not pure dragon since you're a transformed one but meh good enough for me because only the people know the old you can tell you're not a dragon from the start, and you just awaken your "Aura" congratz partner!! And before you ask "Aura" are unique because only dragons can awaken them and its very rare, if you ask me how rare it is well you can see from the millions of dragon from the past only 6 have to awaken them and they are The great red, Ophis, Me, Albion, Tiamat, and Tannin even then it's different from each dragon, Great red for having the strongest "Aura" and Tannin being the weakest now you are the 7th...

With that saying he teleported her back to her room which was already burned but the fire was off. FLASHBACK END……. "I remember everything. But you can't control me like this. Get out of my mind." Susanna screamed in her mind while pulling her hair. 'Oh, Goddess! What trouble I have gotten myself into. How am I going to get rid of this Dark energy? These days it hasn't caused any problems. But now it has started devouring me. If it goes like this then this dark energy inside me will devour me completely transforming into a lady of the dark aura. Dark Aura is the evilest energy in the world. It can make people lose their minds. I have to do something. But who can help me with this?' Susanna t

Ancient scars stretched across its body like maps of forgotten wars. Thick iron chains bound its limbs and chest, each link carved with glowing runes — spells older than language, designed to hold something that had once tried to end worlds. Its eyes burned to life. Crimson. Not a colour. A command. Blood. Fire. Apocalypse. Kael felt his entire being react — his wolf pushing to the surface, claws biting into the earth beneath him. Beside him, Fenrak whispered, voice strained with awe and fear. “That… is AURA.”

“She is the one who formed the shield that is keeping our pack protected from dark magic. She can also sense if darkness is nearby, and she doesn’t sense anything in our territory.” Xander looked at Aura, narrowing his eyes. “It is true that darkness is not here,” Aura said in a musical tone. “However, I understand your need to keep your home life quiet. I do not blame you for that.” “So, you get that I’m not going to speak?” Xander said, folding his arms across his chest. “Regardless of how much you tutor.” He shot me a look when he said that last part, making a growl escape the depths of my throat.

Breathing in deeply, controlling her emotions, the Drulian huffs, "It is my magic. I can sense the auras of others. Those two men are surrounded by the ebony hue that is the Pivurlion race. Humans on the other hand usually have a white aura." "What about me?" "You have a very faded aura. One that it is difficult for a normal Drulian to see, but I can sense the dense shade to it. It is trying to be released." With Olisnia's gaze now locked with hers, Alma's body is wracked with a hot shiver. Can she really see that? This woman is able to see so much and use her magic for countless things. She truly is a terrifying being. Alma breaks eye contact first, looking forward, "I do not believe I will

How I long for death myself, to give it my own life but that is not enough, it wants the suffering and wants me to blacken my soul. The old hag of a witch can give some guidance but I must seek more. She will help but not endanger herself. I must find one who can either draw the beast from hiding or one with a soul that is neither white nor black. One who can dance with the Devil and not fall before him and yet still have the light of the divine. I will journey on. I only know that dreams will be some sort of guide. The dark rider was amongst the foliage of holly and ivy and plants that do not grow on English lands. So, I know that foreign lands are where I need to be.

Thus it will be up to her to decide whether to tell us or keep us in the dark. One thing is for certain though. Aria is a werewolf. However, her aura is much darker than any other wolf I have seen. It is a deadly and forbidding aura. One that implies years of bloodshed. How could this be? Her aura is so foreboding to the extent that even I shiver in apprehension. I know that just a few days back we all encountered a dark and terrifying entity. I admit that it was sinister but this is a whole different type of darkness.

There was nothing I could do to appease a tyrannical dress shop owner except maybe work in her boutique for free for the rest of my life as to 'pay off my debts'. Father had also grown extremely quiet, only muttering to me that we would enter Stygian within the next few minutes. As if I couldn't see the looming gates. Something about his demeanour had slipped into someone I wasn't familiar with. Someone who I hadn't known growing up. Was he as nervous to be here, as I? Did humans unsettle him? Pushing down my thoughts, I rode on, focussing on the looming guard towers. Harpoon type launchers sat atop each podium, arrows already strung back, ready to fire. The tips didn't shine with the same m