Indigo Aura นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Darkous questioned, his tone seeming unsatisfied as he followed his brother down the hall; the fragile princess breathing softly in his arms, drifting further into the unwilling slumber he had forced her to endure. “I am not sure, brother. This new power would have taken a vast amount of energy out of her.” He paused, turning to glance at the girl as he moved into step beside his brother; his tone darkening with each word that managed to escape through his clenched jaw, his anger anything but masked. “Speaking of which, I have never seen anything like it in all my centuries. The only auras we know of are; Black for psychotic and corrupt, like us. Red, for hate and cruelty. Green for power, p

“Miss Ara is asking me to come with her for a walk.” “I’ll come with her instead.” “Yes, Sir.” Czar left them alone. Ara twisted her head towards Vanluke. When their eyes met Ara couldn’t take it back. She watched her own reflection in his grayish eyes. She wondered what it would be like to see that pair of beautiful foreign eyes every morning when she wakes up. Imagine his attention only pointing at her. Wouldn’t that be so fantastic? “Why are you staring so intently?” “I’m imagining what it would be like to see your eyes every morning of my life.”

Thick cold air rushing between the passageways of the labyrinth of large crystalline rocks. 'Iyala, Terra Australis.' -Gen. Matilda Foster A platoon of colonial soldiers surveyed the area for a mission they knew little about. The floor was rough and pointy and reflected light it could reach. The large glowing rocks displayed a text no one understood. Looking above, they saw the majestic Aurora Australis playing with the stars. And several comets that passed through a luminous ring; connecting massive planet-like stars organised like beads covering Terra Australis.

We searched under every stone, through every patch of emerald grass, and even in a small portion of the surrounding forest. I watched as the sun slowly dipped in the sky, unable to catch my breath as a whirlpool of color danced along the horizon. It reminded me of Apollo and the three other men. Splashes of indigo, pink, plum, and violet spilled into the sky. There were a few thick tufts of clouds that caught the color and turned it into a beautiful pastel shade.

I love his spirit. I colour in his dark brown hair and his deep coffee eyes. I admire my work afterwards. It represents him so much, but something is missing. His aura. Personally I see it as a purple, blue, aqua colour, which represents his soft, caring and genuine side. I lightly colour the aura around him. It looks amazing, I am so proud of it, I need to give it to him. I collect the coloured pencils which I had used and go put them back up at the teacher's desk.

Focus, Ri. Legion Vega is sitting beside me, his sharp gaze fixed ahead. He’s Arkyn’s youngest, the one who doesn’t carry the baggage of Legacy’s reputation. He looks to be about eighteen or nineteen; tall and lanky. He has long blond hair, a stark contrast to Legacy’s black hair, and when I first saw him, the color of his eyes surprised me. One is the red of his Lycan, the other is purple. “His hybrid status is still in question,” Arkyn had said. “We’ve met his Lycan and tailed beast, but that doesn’t explain the purple eye.”

Red indicates hostility, white indicates neutrality, and blue is a kind soul. There were more auras in detail, but as a mage that went to and fro between the great forest and the capital, I can summarize the auras based on what I see at the moment, which were golden, black, and seven colours of rainbow. Golden is a symbol of royalty, which all the pureblood royals emit. Black indicates beings from the underworld. It's doesn't solely mean black aura is bad, it is just a way to determine whether someone is a dead person or not because I can also see them.

Halley stood beside Aranjo, herself impatiently waiting for the demon girl to embarrass herself. Aranjo chose to play fast-paced music, the music she played was a song that told the story of the greatness of the sky realm warriors while fighting. So many feelings are contained in the music it brings. One thing Aranjo doesn't realize is that when she is immersed in the rhythm, her aura spreads and affects all the guests. Only high-powered Gods and goddesses would not be affected by the aura. The emperor saw clearly the color of Aranjo's aura. Currently, Aranjo's magic power was at a moderate level where the aura color was red. But golden sparks framed that red aura that affected the guests.

Crowds of people had gathered there, all eager for a glimpse of the spectacle. A couple next to us gasped in awe just as I stepped forward. “Oh my! It’s beautiful!” The aurora lit up the sky, bursting with colors like a celestial tapestry. I was mesmerized. I stood there and was unaware that someone had approached me from behind. “Do you like the aurora?” The voice, cold yet boyish, belonged to fourteen-year-old Christopher. “Of course I do! My mom said that if you and your partner see the aurora together, you’ll find everlasting love and happiness.”

The indigo hue in those irises carried a frequency so high, it bypassed Arga's capacity for dissent. "Is the node ready?" Anji asked. Arga shivered, the simple presence of his master causing a phantom spike of arousal in his chest that he didn't even try to hide. "The servers are configured, Anji. I... I did exactly as you wanted. The integration protocol is active." "Then don't just stand there like an audience," Anji noted, walking past Arga. He leaned in, his lips brushing against Arga’s ear, a phantom sting of ozone trailing from his skin to Arga’s collarbone. "Join the network."