Forum Aura Kingdom Novels & Stories

wow…. “It seems like you are going for a wedding” one of the makeup artist couldn’t help but squeal in excitement, “I am a lady but I can’t keep my eyes off of you” Aura smiled as she twirled in front of the mirror, even though she couldn’t keep her own eyes off of herself. Her phone rang again and she immediately answered when she saw the caller ID. “Are you ready?” Malcolm’s deep husky voice filtered into her ears. “Yes I am” she beamed.

Auria said with all the seriousness in her voice. “Why not file a case to the police?” Jack replied, taking the paper from Azrick’s hold and reading it once more. Auria shook her head and said, “no, I want things done efficiently and with as little involvement as possible. And through research and asking around, I figured that you two are the one fit for the job.” Auria opened her mouth to say more things but redacted, instead, holding a hand towards Azrick and Jack as she introduced herself. “I am sorry, I forgot to formally introduce myself. My name is Auria Martinez, an actress and singer of the Odyssey Production. I am a popular actress and singer and often perform at theatres and things

she said as a servant placed a chair for her next to Ubbe, who was sipping his drink and glaring at Ivar. "Thank you," Sophie said quietly as Queen Aslaug smiled. "How's sword fighting?" Queen Aslaug inquired, addressing both Sophie and Ubbe. "Good," Sophie smiled. "We started with archery today," Ubbe added, looking down at Sophie beside him. "That's good," the Queen smiled, while everyone else remained silent except for Hvitserk, who was chuckling for reasons unknown to Sophie. She occupied herself by watching a young servant who could have easily been her in different circumstances serving the food.

Maybe three times. And I looked back. Every time. I hated myself for it. Because Kael wasn’t just the next Alpha of our pack. He was my sister’s mate. ⸻ “Aria,” a voice chirped beside me—Brynna, one of Lilah’s friends. “Why aren’t you dancing? You’re always first in the circle!” I forced a smile. “Not really in the mood.” She giggled and handed me another drink. “Then drink until you are.”

Then the throne's voice returned. Only this time— it sounded afraid. THE TRUE KING HAS RETURNED Silence. Complete silence. Then Aurelius smiled. Then looked toward the Citadel. Then: "At last." The king took a step. And the entire Forgotten Kingdom bowed. To Be Continued...

The will of Aura: I need to learn to use it…I might die otherwise. winkyelfofaer: Is your realm marked? The will of Aura: I think so, they’ve been visiting quite regularly. winkyelfofaer: That’s not good. Okay, your aer…to use it….ummm, give me a bit to think of what you can do. The will of Aura: Okay, thank you.

"You heard Luna's future. Give up. Luna of the future. My chest ached from hearing those words, but I forced the emotion aside. Astrid may believe she belongs with Killian, but she never had that throne. And it would never be. I let out a slow breath. "I'll give you a shot." The fighters paused. They weren't accustomed to warnings from rogues. I moved forward a step. “Leave. or perish. Laughter. Joking. Someone in the crowd snickered.

He, like me, did not like seeing her cry. “My dark princess I am not rejecting you. This Ulrik is not a worry to me. My pack is also in an alliance with both angel kingdoms, and we also have an alliance with the vampire kingdom. My pack is 10,000 plus strong. My pack has all of Maine, New Hampshire and Vermont. My cousin’s pack includes all of Quebec, New Brunswick, Nova Scotia, Labrador, Newfoundland and Prince Edwards Island. Let this Ulrik come he will not stand a chance.” I told her.

Fear. But today is different. Today, I’m dressed in silk instead of a white hospital gown. Today, my name is on a guest list I never thought I’d see again. The Luna Festival. My final obligation before I disappear for good. They say the goddess watches us on this night. I hope she sees me. I hope she knows… I tried. The Luna Festival is an annual celebration. A different pack hosts it each year, and tradition says no wolf can miss it more than seven times.

My trembling hands pushed away the curtain, and the blinding morning light made me squint, but I struggled to keep them open to take on the grand sight outside this carriage. Towering ivory walls reaching up to fifty meters, seemingly reaching for the horizons, and a luxurious blackwood double-door gate embossed with a ruby-eyed ebony wolf howling to the heavens highlighted by golden lines, as if the giant black wolf with blood-red eyes is ready to leap out of the gate and massacre its enemies. The entrance to the core power territory of the Rogue kingdom exudes a terrifying momentum of bloodshed and carnage. It perfectly fits the image of the Rogue werewolf race that I have learned and hear