Dark Witch Nora Roberts Novels & Stories

--------- QUEEN SEVINA is a witch and an immortal. She has been ruling over the entirety of Vire, the most powerful and biggest kingdom in the expanse of EARTHORIA. The whole kingdom of Vire has been acknowledging Queen Sevina for so long now as the most royalty among royalties. She is their leader of leaders; the queen of all kings. Many feared her for her unbridled power as a witch and the fact that she could diminish any size of enemies with just a snap of her hand. In simplest words, she has always been invincible. But until today, her power and her greatness have been challenged by a certain news that was dropped on her this morning. And that was more than enough to make her restless an

“A few of my people were killed by werewolves. Chance thought, your guy Ren and some idiot werewolves killed them.” “Idiot?” I raised a brow at him. “And who the fuck is Chance?” “My brother.” “Oh.” I clamped my mouth shut. “I can guarantee, he did not kill vampires,” Nora said. “And who are you?” He turned to Nora. “Nora Webster.” “Webster? The daughter of Alec Webster, the dirtbag that killed a lot of beings?” “The very same, but I’m not my father.” Nora raised her palm up and showed him her magic. The decanter lid popped up in the air, and she brought the whiskey out of the bottle.”

“I’ll have Gebros come in first to stash it away. As for the deeds, I’ll be expecting you to have signed it by tomorrow.” “I will,” she promised, even as she kissed him one more time. She ignored the way her wolf strained to withdraw from the contact. It was probably nothing. Nothing that a healer couldn’t fix. And if a healer couldn’t fix it, she would consult with a witch. There were powerful witches scatttered across the Northern ridge. Nora was confident that she could easily find one who could help her soul to stop resisting Deluca.

In its calmest state, the Chaotic Zones was simply desolation, a charred and barren wasteland in which no life stirred except untamed magic itself. "Czar Koschei was cast into the Chaotic Zones once. He cannot be killed by any means targeting his body," Nayris said. "His soul or rather his death is hidden separate from his body inside a needle." "Inside a needle?" Cassandra was bewildered. "Yes," Owlyn added, "which is in an egg, which is in a duck, which is in a hare, which is in a chest, which is buried under a green oak tree, which is on the island of in the ocean."

“Once. And for all.” (Witch’s POV – Lena) The camp had gone quiet. Only the distant crunch of patrol boots over gravel broke the stillness. In my tent, the air was thick with sage smoke, curling in silver threads toward the low lantern glow. My sisters sat across from me, their faces pale in the flickering light. Nora spread a worn leather-bound book on the table between us, its spine cracked, pages edged with soot from gods-knew-how-many other battles. “This thing isn’t just feeding,” she whispered. “It’s tethered. Something or someone is anchoring it here.”

"Trust me, Elena. I'm very good at this." The confidence in his voice is reassuring and terrifying in equal measure. Dexter is good at this. At manipulation, at strategy, at doing terrible things for supposedly good reasons. I should be disturbed by how easily I'm accepting his methods. But right now, with Kael's life on the line, I'm just grateful to have someone this ruthless on our side. "There's one more thing," Dexter says as we drive. "Victoria mentioned Robert working with a witch. Someone who deals in blood magic and curses."

Standing beside the bed, I couldn't help but wonder why Nora was the one Zelda brought to help. Right from when I set my eyes on Lilith and when Nora saved her from being beheaded, I knew those two had a connection that they weren't telling anyone about. I wondered how she could help, she is a werewolf just like me, so how was it possible she could save a witch? Everything taking place at that moment was just crazy. My eyes widened and my jaw dropped as I watched Nora begin to chant something I didn't seem to understand. It was late, and probably she wouldn't want anyone to wake up because of her.

Jermaine's POV Nirvana Hotel. Private room. “Hi, Anax of the South. I am Marietta Jones, popularly known as Dark Owl. It’s a pleasure to be invited by you.” The woman looks like a textbook description of a witch. Her lips bear a wide smile, but she looks quite different from what I’ve heard. Spare me the smile. I’ve been informed of the atrocities she did to Natasha because of her daughter. “Please sit.” I motion to the chair, and she does.

Wanting to delve into his purpose here. Worthington was worried he was running out of time. Radix is growing impatient. Rubbing his forehead, Worthington groaned. “She’s impossible.” Nora Bishop. Bast knew who Worthington was talking about. The woman the demon had sent Worthington to charm. The Fallen…