Dark Witch Nora Roberts Novels & Stories

She said with a smile and exited the room with them. They walked around the coven before getting to the front of a place that looked like a tomb but it is not. Nora used her power to roll the stone that was blocking the way away before walking inside alongside Austin and Rose. They picked a torch and continued their way down the path. It was quite dark but the light was there to guide them. Then suddenly they got to the front of a wall. There was no place again to move. Nora breathed out and closed her eyes. She went towards the wall and placed her hands on it. The engine was triggered and the wall start breaking, no, not breaking, it shuffled and there was a clear path now. Nora urged her h

she said with a smirk. “ I won't okay jeez, I don't need your sentiment right now,” I muttered. “ I'm serious this time Kiara, as much as I do want to see you dead, I definitely don't want you dying by the hands of a Dark wood okay, be careful of the lady named Nora, she is not to be played with okay,” she said in a serious tone. “ And what exactly do you know about Nora Darkwood Diane?” I asked. “Nothing you need to know, just be cautious, as much as you are strong, that lady is far stronger and much more dangerous,” she responded.

A loud and ear-breaking scream echoed through the cave as the dark witch burst in pure anger. Her face was so red she could pass as a ripe tomato. “Damn that bastard! I should have known that he was going to betray me and our deal!” Her face was now clean, and that was because of the recent ritual that she had. Thanks to the lovely people who offered their lives for the fulfillment to her plans. Everything should have been planned out well, if not for the traitor Robert Kingston, the leader of the werewolf hunters who were best known for their cruelty.

It pooled in the air, gathering mass, taking shape. Then she stepped through.The Dark Witch. She was tall, impossibly so, her frame wrapped in tattered robes that seemed woven from night itself. They moved without wind, flowing around her like water. Her skin was pale as bone, stretched tight over sharp features—high cheekbones, a pointed chin, lips stained black as if she had drunk ink. Her hair fell in long, curly waves, white streaked with gray, tangled with what looked like small bones and blackened twigs. But her eyes—they were the worst. Completely black. No iris, no white. Just an endless void that swallowed light.

How she ended up in this remote place, and if she was also supernatural. “You didn't tell me your name. I'm Robbert Dragnon, beta werewolf of the NightHowl pack and soon-to-be alpha. Well, not anymore now that I'm here,” Robert asked with a short laugh, turning to her. She stared into his eyes for a moment, then said softly, “My name is Edith, and I'm the Immortal of Death and Darkness.”

They pressed forward, their hearts pounding with adrenaline and anticipation. As they neared Rita's inner sanctum, the witch appeared before them, a vision of twisted beauty. Her jet-black hair cascaded over her pale skin, her eyes gleaming with an otherworldly glow. With a flick of her wrist, Rita summoned a torrent of dark magic, intent on obliterating the hunters who dared to challenge her. Amelia and Edna fought valiantly, their blades clashing against the dark magic that surrounded Rita. The battle raged on, each side employing their most powerful skills and spells.

Kael… Kael was letting it happen. The silver-braided woman spoke again: “Step into the pit, rogue-born. If the shadows do not consume you, the Council may listen.” Nora smirked despite the chill racing down her spine. “Guess I always wanted to know what hell looks like.” Then she jumped. The shadows hit like ice water, swallowing her whole. Shapes lunged from every angle—wolves with too many teeth, twisted forms of people she once knew. Her mother’s face appeared, lips curled in accusation. Roman’s form twisted, eyes hollow, blood on his hands.

The dark omega did not acknowledge us until we were ten feet away. Then she turned. She was middle-aged, maybe forty. Her hands were covered in dirt and rock dust. Her eyes glowed faintly green. "You are Lila Crescent," she said calmly. "The omega who started the rights movement." "Yes. Who are you?" "My name is Nora Earthwright. And I am correcting your mistake." "My mistake?" "Trying to integrate omegas into pack society. Trying to make wolves accept us." Nora gestured to the corrupted land. "It will never work. Alphas and Betas will always see us as lesser. The solution is not integration—it is separation."

And so I did like an obedient slave. “It’s stated there are two kinds of witches. An ordinary and dark one. Ordinary witches usually only know how to use magic for healing, for a shield, and to grow something. They don’t have the power to inflict pain. The same can’t be said of the dark witches. They are powerful because they sold their s—soul….” My legs wobbled like a branch in the wind as Noah’s palm slid over my inner thigh. Lifting my eyes, I found his gaze was on me, observing my reaction closely. He flashed me a lopsided grin, then his fingers brushed my core, making me throb painfully.

Wrapping herself in a white sheet, Nora took some steps away from the bed and reached for her previous heavy wedding gown. "That won't work my dear because I won't let you go." She was shocked to hear Davis whispering things like that but his eyes were still closed. "I hope he's not talking about me. I have to get out of this place. Maya. Where did she disappear to. We have to leave this place. We'll perform the ritual from somewhere else."she was sweating already. She thought she was the smartest in this game little did she know that she was dealing with the senior witch prince, Davis Wood.