Frieren Aura Novels & Stories

An abrupt burst of aura enveloped is his entire body. "So you wanna play, right? Let's play then!" "Come! Bone-Scythe."

That's the best way, considering the fact that the guy is a snob. "Not everyone is like you, Aurora," Brenda answered. Is it just me or is her tone really mean? Why do I feel like it pierce something in my chest? "Yeah. Not everyone has the same confidence as you." Rita chuckled and even shook her head. I took a bite from my sandwich and just stayed silent. I know they're just being honest, but it partly hurts. It's silly of me to think they mean it the other way, right? "Heron is really handsome. I hope you don't flirt with him and sacrifice our friendship for your desire over handsome guys," Brenda warned and even raised her brow on me.

Here was an otherworldly creature and Hades had to have him. Hades spoke the ancient words of power that would connect his aura to the no-furs. There was no harm in it. It took more than one Elemental joining to make a bond, to complete the collaring. The power that flared around them made Hades’s heart skip a beat. Later, he'd remember the no-fur used flower auras and Hades was born to feel auras, so their compatibility was off the charts. However, right now, neither one had enough control to stop the lilacs’ suppression aura from mixing with the violets' truth-telling aura.

I practically growl at him. He puffs out his chest, “I may be retired but I am not out of the loop entirely. Emperor Cassian has been searching for almost two weeks for a witch-werewolf hybrid named Aurora. She is said to have dark curly hair with a white streak, and two different coloured eyes; one grey and one blue.” He stares at Aurora condescendingly, “The blue would make you much prettier my dear. That red is horrifying.” I raise my fist to punch the arrogant look off his face, but Aurora stops me by grabbing my arm and directing me back to the sofa. I sit down with a huff, staring daggers at Theodoric.

The void was a chaos of light and shadow ripping against each other, fire transforming the air into a living furnace. Freya staggered, her body a vessel of pain. Every nerve screamed, every breath was torn from her lungs as if the fire itself tried to claim her. The Sword of Flame seared her palms, its hilt glowing as though it had been reforged in her grip, pulsing with a heartbeat not entirely her own. Her aura swirled around her, golden-red, alive and defiant, snapping like a storm wind against the void. Across from her, Skyrana loomed.

“Let me try.” Before he could argue, the power inside her flooded upward and outward, a tidal surge that cracked across the battlefield like lightning. Her Luna aura—hidden, dormant, aching to be acknowledged—burst free in a radiance that illuminated the entire courtyard. Wolves stumbled mid-charge. Warlocks dropped their spellwork. Soldiers clutched their chests as the energy washed through them. The very air rippled like heat above desert sand. Kaelen stared at her, chest heaving. “Aria… what are you?”

She pulled up data on screens throughout the hall. "The freeze killed 99.9975% of humanity. The survivors face ongoing climate instability, radiation from damaged infrastructure, hostile environments that will kill millions more unless we adapt. My research created genetic modifications that allow humans to survive minus-sixty temperatures. Neural enhancements that improve cognitive function under extreme stress. Radiation tolerance that prevents cancer in contaminated zones. This knowledge will save lives. Thousands of lives. Maybe millions." "At the cost of twenty-three tortured subjects and twenty dead," Sarah countered.

She looks more insecure and a bit jealous since she doesn't have the same figure as the fairy. "I want you to meet Freya my fairy friend and she will be teleporting you to the Grand Pillar," he flexed. "I thought fairies were small," Aria astonishingly said. She is too astounded judging by the sparkling look in her eyes. "Well, I wanted to look at my best since I was told there are cute single men here," she flirtatiously said and winked at Clarren and me. "You're too small for a Nephalem." she disgustingly said to Aria while scanning her from head to foot.

Her strength, and defiance, is what keeps me strong. ‘Liliana you might not be Death, but you are Life, you’re powerful. Raven has had more practice with her aura, it’s like a muscle, the more you use it the stronger it becomes, you can and will do this. Dagon might be too well protected, but you can use your aura on James,’ Clover whimpers when we hear Freya scream; her body is completely still under Dagon who is carving something into her chest.

I’d wipe the arrogance off of her face and finally free the humans from her clutches, no matter the cost. “I like her!” Theodore said. “Good,” Aura said, “because you’ll be helping us.” “Me?” he asked in disbelief. I was just as surprised. I didn’t expect Aura to want the notorious ‘black sheep of the family’ near any part of her carefully constructed plan to reconcile the lycans and humans. “Rumour has it you’ve been gathering a few *questionable* friends. We could use them to fulfil Ariya’s demands since that seems to be their and your strong suits.”