Dark Witch Nora Roberts Novels & Stories

Nora’s POV “Do not move. Do not make a sound.” Marcus Hale’s voice stayed low and absolute against the back of my neck. His cock remained buried to the hilt inside me. My palms stayed flat on the polished conference table. The master key had already turned. The door handle began to move. City lights still glittered through the glass walls, throwing our joined reflection across every dark panel. I was Nora Blake, twenty-seven, the associate who had spent two nights learning exactly how little control she still owned on this floor. The thin fabric of my skirt sat bunched around my waist. My bare cunt clenched once around him in pure fear and he answered with a single warning press of his finge

Twenty-eight: Roman Eliot This was always the difficulty with witches as mates. There was always someone coming after them for their power. Nora’s parents had been killed by a shapeshifter because her family’s coven hadn’t wanted her mate to be a werewolf. To be him. Now, there was some warlock trying to claim what was his. He wouldn’t let that happen.

Yet when the auctioneer thought about who could be under the mask and hopped into death in ease, his face was drained from all blood, looking horrifyingly pale. This strong magical power, and the signature red eyes. Even though there are a few mythical beings who had the same colored eyes, this was the Runalia, the land that forbids mythical beings from entering. Meaning there was only one person who could have this blood-like eyes. No matter how much stupid person could be dumb, there wasn't anyone who could not know this very powerful person. He was the Lord of Warine Land, Mike White. However, no matter how frightened he was to the looming man, he was an important buyer who had bid four t

The only thing they do is spread their legs when there mate wants sex and cook food for their pack. I know you must be wondering if females are been hated and dislike how did I managed to be the alpha of a back, the second strongest in the whole werewolf community. Simple, just two words. Dark magic. And know I didn't use magic on my pack members to wipe off their memory like it an horror action movies ,nope I used my dark magic which was bestowed to me not by the moon goddess for good surprising because that are job but by the witches. There are called the dark witches. I used dark magic the night the rogues attacked my pack and turned them all good.

“Is there any way to replenish the Darkness? It is too dangerous to go back without it. You saw how close we came to being discovered. What the hell was Sarah doing here?” My brows leap up my forehead as an unfamiliar stab of jealousy pricks at me. “You know her?” Aldrich nods absently, obviously preoccupied with our safety. I feel small for feeling jealous. Why should it even make me jealous if Aldrich knows a stunningly beautiful female Werewolf? “She’s a childhood friend. I thought I scented… well never mind. It’s not important now. Is there a way to replenish the Darkness inside you?” Yes. There is a way. But even thinking about it makes my face flush. How will I ever be able to tell him

Low music played from speakers on the wall and when I looked up there was even a balcony overlooking the room. My stomach twisted further at the four imposing figures seated on the couch, looking at us as if we'd just come and ruined their party. As we stepped further into the room, my eyes widened at the half-naked women sitting on the stools at the bar. They all wore similarly, gold collars and every one of them looked like they were high on drugs. All four male vampires held an air of authority about them but one, in particular, gave off a wave of power that was far-reaching. This was King Matthias, my gut told me. I tried my best to survey him without looking directly into his eyes like

I asked again, and this time, Mom responded, " Agatha, you're going to ascend the leadership of your grandmother" My Grandmother was one of the most feared and powerful witches; her power reigned supreme before she was brutally killed by the system _ Hybrid Zandor. Zandor was the son of one of the witches in the council, but when his father was accused of performing black magic, Zandor swore to make the lives of everyone living and that of the council ( the system) for unjustly accusing his father of black magic; which eventually took his own life.

She shut her eyes trying to force it back and to remain calm but it was winning. “Noah…Noah is Dante’s wolf. He wants to know if you're ready. Nora nodded and Noah snarled at him. She felt herself go numb. All except this force that was in the pit of her stomach. It was swirling in the building. It was stronger than what happened the other night with Jace. She locked eyes on the wolf. Something took her over and she forgot it was Dante. He was her enemy. Noah began to run at her full force chomping his teeth at her. Nora stood not moving, her breathing slow and steady waiting for the wolf. It jumped mid air when it got close enough to her lunging for her. As its feet became airborne, the wor

"You're the love of my life, Nora. You're the mother of our twins, and the Luna of our pack. That's who you are." Nora felt a lump form in her throat. Carlos's words were comforting, but they didn't fill the void within her. She still felt lost, uncertain. As they talked, the library began to close, the shadows deepening around them. Nora felt the familiar tug of her dreams, the wolf's presence lurking just beyond the edge of her consciousness. “ Arrrgggg!" She screamed as the darkness enveloped her. Shutting her eyes tightly, she let the darkness overpower her. Suddenly, a pair of volcanic eyes burning with intensity and a voice called out to her.

I admitted. “I know. It's my fault you met her.” “What?!” “She knocked on my house by five thirty in the morning to see if you were here. When she didn't see you, she asked if I were going on a trip. For a mere werewolf, that woman sure is very perceptive.” Nora said making me to think to myself that Nora indeed was not a mere werewolf. She was a witch, and so her ways of finding things out was not merely a coincidence but rather, it was planned and rarely just a coincidence like everyone else would think.