Indigo Aura Novels & Stories

Drops of crimson slid on the green crystal and I watched its green glow drain before being replaced with a magenta color. "Take this, " She instructed. "What is it for?" I asked, collecting and examining the necklace. "The spirits fail sometimes. Sometimes you have to do the forbidden to survive. Tatia was failed by the spirits and me. I can't fail you." I really did not understand what she was saying but I was thankful for the parting gift. "Why do you have to go?" "To heal. To forge my path. My Destiny was never here and it was stupid for me to try to steal yours."

My heart hammered so hard that I feared the sensors of Drones could take the rhythm. “We approach the control node,” Kael said. A gigantic, spherical chamber opened before us. In her centre floating, black crystal – the origin of the Aura protocol. He did not pulsate in gold, but in a nasty, nasty violet. “That’s the Aura relay,” Silas said with a strong voice. “If we are the PlanetHero We can redirect the energy. But the chamber is of guards the elder drones.” Kael stopped the machine. We stared at the black crystal. Half a dozen

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

On the day of the surgery, Cyrus held my hand tightly, sweat beading on his forehead. "Don't worry. I'll be waiting for you right outside the operating room." The nurse handed him a consent form to sign. Florence walked over to me and said with a smile, "Don't worry. I will properly rescue you." She bent down and said into my ear, "After all, Cyrus had promised me that once you recover, he will take me to Ice Islands to see the aurora. He said that this is something that he owed me."

“Externally.” Silence. She stood and walked to the display. “AURA is a neural adaptive AI designed to learn from one mind at a time. It doesn’t harvest data. It bonds with a single neural pattern and grows through that connection.” A board member frowned. “That sounds illegal.” “It wasn’t when I built it,” she replied. Another asked, “Why is it active now?” Elara didn’t hesitate. “Because my daughter accidentally woke it up.” That sentence landed like a dropped glass.

"You're aura is pale mauve, Mila's is sunflower yellow. Kothari is red and Dara is sky blue. I could go on listing everyone, but I think the ones I've already listed explains what I see." Natalia frowned, confusion colouring her expression. "Since we arrived here I've started to notice...I don't know how best to explain it, it's sort of like shadows around everyone. However, they're not coloured as you've just described. Everyone was sort of a shimmering silver...not all over and all the time...just every now and then when they tilt their head expressively. I thought maybe I was seeing auras, but it doesn't sound like what you see, Dante."

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.

Aurora. Closer up, Trina noticed the cut of the dress. Fine fabric. Made in Tron. A special type that only members of the lineage could wear. Audacity. And the hair? Silver like fire under moonlight. Trina wanted to laugh. The girl had spent her life hiding who she was... and now she paraded around as if she were a sacred jewel. “She's just an orphan. And she doesn't even know how to play.” Trina arrived smiling. Arms open, wide smile.

Nova Aurora steps towards Alex, her fingers trembling slightly as she places them on his forehead. Her voice, low and melodic, slips into an ancient tongue as she chants softly. As she speaks, the air in the room begins to move, the temperature slightly dropping as though the very atmosphere is holding its breath. Slowly, a soft, silvery mist starts to curl upward. At first, it’s almost imperceptible, a faint shimmer that no one could quite place. But as the mist swirls and thickens, it expands—spreading outward, enveloping the room in a haze.

Slowly, the doors opened, revealing Aurora. Aurora stood at the entrance, graceful like a princess from a fairy tale. Her gown was long and sparkling, made of white satin with intricate beadwork that reflected the light. The skirt flowed elegantly, with a train that followed her every step. Her hair was styled neatly in soft waves, adorned with a small crown that shimmered under the lights. In her hands, she held a bouquet of white roses and lilies, simple yet elegant. Her smile was gentle, but her eyes glistened with emotion, reflecting the happiness she felt.