Mob Psycho Aura Novels & Stories

She asks, confused. Jacob pauses momentarily and moves closer to her... " It might hurt a little bit but you will get your all answers!" His thumbs gently rub her temples from both sides before attaching his forehead with hers. " What are you doing?" " Bringing you back!" He looks into her eyes. Soon the pressure around her forehead increases. Jacob's golden eyes turn bloody red. His handsome body turns his hybrid ones. The subtle golden Aura surges around his body. Aurora's eyes shut with a silent scream. As if Jacob is running through her brain,. shaking her entire being. She clutches his arms, digging her sharp nails into his hard muscles.

"Marcus called me. Liam collapsed, Aurora. He hit the floor." Aurora froze. A flicker of something—fear?—crossed her face. "Is he okay?" "He's sedated. He's burnt out. He has been carrying this family on his back for a month while you... what? Waited for the end of the world?" "I'm sick," Aurora said defensively. "I have PPD. It's chemical." "I know it is," Sophia said. "I had it too. With my second." Aurora looked up, surprised. "You?"

Like her limbs were loosening and she wanted to give a moan. “I’m triggering it aren’t I? I just mated, I was told to expect to be receptive soon.” Aubury gave her an apologetic look. Her Luna had taken a very heavy dose of what was considered their ecstasy drug. It didn’t always trigger it, but if you were close it certainly would help it along. “I’m going to venture a yes. Best to get you away from the rest. You are a Luna, you will affect us too. I am feeling giddy to be honest.” Aubury said with a slight laugh. “Space is best.”

I could feel the vibrations from his chest against my back as he laughed. "Hey, it's called releasing endorphins or whatever." He mumbled. I rolled my eyes and we both chuckled at his statement. "You're just saying bullshit now." "No, it's scientifically proven." "Okay, okay, whatever. I believe you, I guess." I teased.

I guess in this thick smog, on could never tell. I tried to ease the building irritation inside of me because of the magenta aura that limits my eyesight. All it takes was a single snap of my fingers and all of this abhorrent aura will perish just like that, but if I were to do that, won’t Lancelot get mad at me? And won’t it endanger them if I were to disperse it and Avery were close to them? The smog also has a subtle Mana blocking properties, so I can’t feel anyone if I’m not within a certain distance. This is vexing me.

Harper’s POV The word hangs in the heavy, suffocating air of the executive office. Disgust. I watch his dark eyes closely. For a fraction of a second, the impenetrable, terrifying mask of the mafia boss cracks. I can see a distinct, undeniable hit of raw pain flash across his handsome face. It looks as if I just reached into his chest and physically squeezed his heart. But the vulnerability only lasts for a microsecond before he violently suppresses it. He regains his composure, his jaw locking into place as his face returns to its normal, blank, stoic norm.

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

You just got yourself a bigger competition and there is no way I'm letting you win. *AURORA* "Now that's weird," I muttered as I walked into my apartment. "What's weird?" My gaze landed on Liam. How did he get here? Is he a ghost or something? "How did you get here?" He rolled his eyes and said, "Through the door, where else? I guess you didn't see me because you were busy kissing my..." "Don't say it," I cut him off and he chuckled raising both hand up in surrender. "Aurora, come over here. I need help with my zip," I head Sophie yell and I rolled my eyes.

"Melissa's wolf allows her to translate her own signature back into the physical realm. She can use her conceptual aura. This Aura can extend across her body, serving different purposes the user wants it to have. " Everyone looked at her and just sat silently, ruminating what she said. "The Aura," Beatrice mumbled.

The sound of clicking could be heard in the background. Behind the brown mahogany desk sat a man typing furiously on the desktop. The man is Alexandro De Marco. An important and very well known businessman in the business world. The owner of De Marco incorporated. He is handsome, smart, cunning, cold, calculating and sexy as hell. He is known to be a Devil in the world, in short he is a force to reckon with. Women throw themselves at his feet and wish to be by his side and men want to be him. But he's cold demeanor would make you run for the hills.