Aleana Johnson has grown up in foster care for as long as she can remember. She has nothing to remind her of the parents she lost, except for a star pendant. Aleana, having moved from foster home to foster home, was sent to her last option: a home.
Upon entering, she quickly realized that something about this place seemed familiar, comforting even. They welcomed her as one of their own, inviting her into the family. Aleana felt safe and secure, but it wasn't for long.
That evening she found herself unable to sleep. Wandering through the old house, she discovered a hidden room. She entered to find a room with a large table and little figurines. She picked one up, only to have a character sheet appear before her. Frightened, she ran out, dropping the figurine.
The next morning, she told her new siblings. They all went down into the hidden room, and picked up a figurine, with character sheets appearing for everyone. Out of curiosity, they placed their characters on the table, eager to play.
Within seconds, they teens were teleported to a new realm, a magical one. Aleana and her new allies discovered their heritage and why they are parentless. They are descendants of powerful, deceased heroes.
Learning of their importance and overpowering abilities, the teens must decide what path they wish to follow, whether it be good or bad. No one knows what path to follow, but one thing is for certain, they won't be walking it alone.
This is a mature book. It has themes of Sex, BDSM, Violence, Murder, Self-Harm, Mind Control, and Torture. Reader discretion is advised.
*****This has been edited from the original story (Previously Auras) *****
Aurora was a normal college student working towards a business degree until she went to a party that changed her life. Everyone she knew and cared about was murdered in a twisted idea of fun, she was the only survivor. Quickly dumped into a world of supernatural Aurora must find her place despite the fact a possessive werewolf seems to want to tell her what to do. Can she adjust or will she crumble under the pressure?
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The screams and cries for help faded while silent tears continued to stream down her face. Her hands were slapped over her mouth to muffle any noise that escaped her quivering lips. She wasn't sure how long she was in that pantry but couldn't come out until she was beyond certain that they had left. For a moment, she started to have hope that maybe they wouldn't be able to find her, but a voice spoke up, and fear flooded in once again.
"You cleared out the upstairs, too, right?"
"Yeah." Another voice responded.
There was a slight pause, "Hmm. Then where is that heartbeat coming from, I wonder." His voice had a sickening amusement to it, and her heart rate uncontrollably spiked with the adrenaline pumped through her veins. Was he talking about her? The thought that he could hear her heartbeat was crazy. It just wasn't humanly possible.
Footsteps grew closer to the kitchen. Somehow, they had found her. She said one last prayer and goodbye to her life as the pantry opened.
"Boo." The man yelled, peering in at her.
She was frozen. There was nothing more she could do. She was going to die. "Little Birdy," he stretched out his hand, "come out to play."