Dark Witch Nora Roberts Novels & Stories

Students from every house mingled below them. Everley witches glowed underneath layers of enchantments woven into flowing evening gowns. Groups of Hawthorne wolves crowded near the long banquet tables overflowing with food, already louder than anyone else in the room. Nerezza vampires drifted through the hall, dressed in elegant silk and sparkling jewels, eyes fixed calmly on the room around them. And then there was Aurelian. Well, one Aurelian. Nora Carver leaned against the opposite side of the room, talking with Elias, unconcerned as ever that she was the sole dragon at Obscura. Even in nice clothes, she commanded the room effortlessly, shoulders back and calm despite the stares she was p

I couldn't move anymore; she excitedly stood up and hugged me. "I freaking missed you, my dearest cousin!" I closed my eyes as her scent lingered in my nostrils—sweet and delectable. Fuck! I immediately opened my eyes, which widened in response to what I had just thought. As I looked down at my cousin's neck. It was very exposed. I'm not sure what's wrong with me. I can see right through it. I can see her veins. I can see her blood. I can see the placements. I felt dizzy again and held her back, knowing that it was the only way I could retain my sanity. I pushed myself to calm down by closing my eyes again and taking a very deep breath.

Vador sighed as Aleister entered the study. "Call Alizon," Aleister said."Call her now" "Yes? You called for me,"a lady in white appeared.She had a white mark running from her hair down to her forehead,her hair was black. Alizon was a white witch,she was also Vador's godmother who stayed in the east empire disguised as an old lady.She was King Alarie's younger sister who was not killed when the dark witches had attacked because they didn't know about her. Only Vador and Aleister knew about her,she was a very powerful witch with healing powers and the ability to summon souls.

Unfortunately for him, he had to deal with her Dark Magic first hand. "From what we have gathered, she has taken a liking to Rogues in particular as they don't like to follow leaders." his gaze settled on Dante and Jayce. "Some Dark Witches have also taken a liking to her, but they have gone into hiding." he mentioned, shifting his gaze to Janice. She nodded her head, but her grey eyes showed how deeply this news troubled her. "What is the plan of action?" Jax asked after he recollected himself and probably doubled checked to make sure he didn't soil himself after the Werewolf King had him pinned briefly.

I had been thinking differents of Liam torturing me once he got me, he would torture me to death this time, I acted out of his bearings. Somebody knocked on the door while my face was swollen from the crying session, I wiped my tears and permitted them to come in, the lights of the room was still off and I was sitting at the bed in the dark. The door opened and a shadow of a mid-height lady formed, I focused my eyes to recognise who it was but my eyes chose not to cooperate with me, “Jenna, my dear,” I heard a soothing motherly voice calling me out, the voice which belonged to Miss. Beckett, “Why are you sitting in the dark?” she was about to hit the lights when I interrupted her in my grogg

The sound of sizzling like something was burning his skin was painful to the ear and he dropped it to the floor with a string of cuss words. “shit” he shook his hand out in front of him as if to shake away pain from his hand. “It was made by a witch; the witch engraved it with a spell. Now it Keeps the darkness from taking a hold of me” he said pointing to the ground where it now lay in the dust. He lifted his gaze to mine and with a soft blink of his eyes he opened them to reveal a fiery orange glow in his irises. A thick rumble of a growl echoed in my ears and before I knew it I was tossed behind Maverick and flanked by Levi as the two Kingsley brothers stood territorial in front of me and

At that moment Markus came in, who was watching the whole mess. "What the hell happened in this place Gary?" "That's what I'm asking you my friend, where is your wife's witch?" "She's in my mansion, why are you asking me about her like that? And even more so with this disaster on my shoulders" "Because that bastard Alexander managed to escape with Lea's help, but she couldn't have done it alone, a sorceress helped her, she hypnotized all my warriors and sent me a thick cloud that absolutely clouded all my senses and those of all my people, a strange vision and you know that only a sorceress can do that and guess who is the only sorceress that is in DarkVille right now, and above all who migh

“It’s none of my business. Your mother was already in poor health and should’ve died long ago. It’s good that she died. Think of it as payment for my mother’s life. I didn’t do anything wrong.” She kept denying everything and used her mother’s death as an excuse. I lowered my head and took out her mother’s medical record from the drawer. My mother left it before she died. My tone turned cold. “Jaime, you knew long ago that your mother’s surgery had a very low chance of success. You kept lying to yourself. Doctors aren’t all‑powerful. They can’t bring the dead back to life. You spent ten years torturing my mother and me, blaming everything on us. Now my mother is dead, and I won’t live much l

Nora held her breath, her muscles coiled tight as Eve moved to the mirror close to the curtain, brushing her long, black hair with slow, deliberate strokes. Nora’s wolf stirred. How could Alex not see the darkness lurking beneath her perfect appearance? Suddenly, Eve’s reflection in the mirror shifted. For the briefest moment, it wasn’t her face…it was something else and something scary. Twisted and Cold. Nora’s blood ran frightened. Dark magic. Eve was more dangerous than she had ever imagined. Then Eve blew out the candle by her bedside, putting the room into darkness, immediately, Nora slipped silently out the door, her mind racing.

A voice slithered through the darkness. “Well, well,” the woman purred. “The great Elle of the North still knows how to grovel.” I didn’t turn. My hands tightened around the edge of the scrying bowl until my knuckles turned white. “You’ve gotten what you wanted. She’s on her way.” From the shadows stepped the Dark Witch of the South — Morana. Her eyes were pits of onyx flame, her beauty twisted by power. A black cloak swept behind her, stitched with runes that pulsed like veins.