Indigo Aura Novels & Stories

Just her. Just Aurora.

Aura: Demonic Aura (Purple) Level: 8/60 Exp:9000/16000 HP: 970/1470 CON:147 (1 CON= 10HP) DEF:300 DEX:60 (1DEX= 5 DEF) ATK:75 STR:25 (1 STR= 3 ATk) MP: 255 INT:51 (1INT= 5MP) Speed :47 AGI:47 (1 AGI = 1 Speed) [Skills: Gluttony(Epic).Stealth(Mystic), Enhanced(Elite), Calm down(U), Amplify(Mystic),Toxikinesis(Mystic) ,Biokinesis(Mystic), Dash(R),Restriction(Elite),Fire Spark(C) ] [Class skills- Resurrect(Elite) Negate(Elite)] [Curse of Sloth] {System skill: Analyse(UeX)} {Unique EX Skill: Experience of Another life}

However, they didn’t need to wait for long, for both fighters sprang to life at the same time. *Bang* Their auras which had been sleeping quietly exploded powerfully, and their feet left the ground at the same time. Their auras weren’t the same, but they shared a similar quality. Both their auras were powerful, but gave off the feeling of shadows than bright lights. If Black Saga’s aura was like a billowing storm, Red prince’s like a swift and powerful wind and Vital Orange’s like a raging tempest, Black Hand’s and Indigo Shadow’s were like deep and boundless darkness. Their auras were just as cold as each other’s, and the darkness in each just as profound.

"Anyway, are you in one of my classes?" "Yes, sir. 8:00 to 9:00 am. Mythology and Folklore," I dictated. "Oh, then you might want to tell me your name so I could recognize you in our class," he suggested. I mentally screamed with his suggestion. He just asked my name. I know it's just nothing, but he still asked my name! "My pleasure, sir. It's Aurora Lynne Lopez, but you can call me Aurora or Rora." "Or babe," I mentally said and screamed in my own craziness.

It made him feel as if he had returned to the days when he used to prepare breakfast for his seniors around his master each morning. Chad looked at each person and noticed that they had different auras. Yara glowed golden, indicating her nobility. Ivy's aura was pink, indicating her innocence as a girl who had never planned schemes or tricks. Suri's aura was a hot and spicy crimson with a hint of blue, indicating a dark inner world beneath her passionate exterior. Fifi's aura was unusually purple, with black representing her death. She had ALS, so there was also a gray color that represented the shackles in her life.

But he is also sad about something that happened in the past. He shakes his head as if trying to clear it. “What are you doing to me?” he asks me in an accusing voice. But everything falls in the background when in my visual field, I see something resembling a battle camp, and I see the aura of the rogue in the form of a wolf. The wolf-aura of the rogue is black while mine is silver-white, and the one of William’s is yellow. The black aura-wolf tries to attack the yellow aura-wolf, but my aura-wolf jumps between the two of them, protecting the yellow aura-wolf while trying to calm the other.

“Let it flow, do not fight it. We are one. Now.” Aria took a deep breath, closing her eyes, feeling every pulse of the forest, every whisper of the bond, every surge of her own power, and let it all converge. The silver light flared brighter than ever, merging with the shadows in a violent, breathtaking collision. Screeches echoed, the ground quaked, and the air shimmered with the raw energy of the convergence. She opened her eyes, and for the first time, she could see clearly not just her own aura, but the threads of energy connecting every figure, every shadow, every pulse of life in the forest. The patterns were intricate, alive, and terrifyingly beautiful.

*** Aurora Lying together in the bed aftermath of our intimate moment, the sudden activation of Alex's smartphone by Linda's voice jolted us back to reality. "Master, Mrs. Miranda requests to send a mass message to all executives of Eclipse and Multilink, urging them to support you and Aurora. They must reply with their support within 24 hours, or face elimination. Do you authorize this?" Alex turned to me, seeking my input. The harsh realities of his world were slowly dawning on me. In this ruthless game, there was no room for the faint-hearted. Compassion was a liability, exploited by those seeking power.

It’s a long shot, but I’m not exactly flush with options at the moment. Invidia’s hand illuminates with a purple glow, and with a wave of her hand, the tray that contained my food and water disappears. As I observe her with keen – albeit tired – eyes, I now realise it's not quite the same hue as what I’ve witnessed in other makkares. Makkari magic is emitted as a vibrant shade of violet, but now that I pay closer attention, Invidia’s magic has a darker hue, like a shade of dark indigo. I never thought much of it, but I’m starting to realise the darkness she wields was reflected as clear as day in her magic, and I was too ignorant or complacent to notice.

Klark Oz watched the reaction and smiled in satisfaction, and said, “A friendly reminder again to everyone that a highly ranked guard stand on every corner of the auction. Once we all start, and your auction is unsuccessful, you cannot create a ruckus here!” After he finished his 'friendly' reminder, that Soheila had been hearing for so many times. The people who were new in the Astra Pavilion finally realized why there's such an aura of an Indigo Rank Novice Level, and what's more crazy is there are 8 auras of an Indigo Rank! . “In every seat and private room had a list of the items available tonight! I must say that we had tons of guest today! Royalties and high-ranked forces from other co