Nora Noragami Novels & Stories

I, refusing to back down, continued to deflect her blows, the room echoing with the sounds of a tumultuous struggle. In a sudden shift, Nora transformed into her wolf form, catching me off guard. She fled the room, and I went after her. The field became a battleground for two of us, entangled in a primal struggle. I was mindful of Nora's humanity and sought to subdue, not harm. Yet, I couldn’t ignore the raw emotions that fueled my actions.

Think again. I hadn’t even enchanted the last rune mark, sealing everything shut, before I felt someone else’s magic rolling into the room. Calm. Alert. Not aggressive, but not welcome either. Didn’t take me lifting a finger to see who it was today. She didn’t ooze around corners like Batista or stab like Maelin. Nora’s magic strutted through the room, confident and bright, and couldn’t care less if I liked it. Nora Carver was looking for me.

A crooked grin spread across his face, and Slate said, “Command the magic, Nya. Feel it.” Nya closed her eyes, wondering why she hadn’t seen this scene ever before, and put her hand over the wound. “Heart of Magic,” she whispered, “I command you to heal this wound. Heal this man, and make him whole again.” Immediately, she felt the power pulsing through her, stronger now than it ever had before. It flowed from her fingers into Slate’s chest, and he closed his eyes as a warmth embraced both of them, a circling breeze like the hottest of summer days engulfing them and sweeping them up into the air. Nya opened her eyes for a second to see a warm, red light spinning around them before they were

The thought alone fuelled my jealous nature. “Dude, she’s my Luna” he yelled as if the louder his voice was the better effect and higher the chances where of his words sinking in. I looked back at him decipherably. He sees Nina as his Luna? How? Yes, she has that caring nature about her but a turned wolf can’t physically have a full breaded wolf bowing to them it just wasn’t in the full born wolf’s nature. “I don’t” I began to make him aware of my confusion in hearing his confession.

“Liam, I am Morrigan. I am your mate’s wolf” He looks at her and then at Lee, completely lost. “How are you so… forward in human form and without obsidian eyes?”. We gently reach down and grab that book. “It is time you both learn who you are''. She nods at Liam and asks that he join her on the bench.

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.

“What do you mean? Who is watching?” “Agatha,” her mother interjected, her expression turning grave. “The High Priestess Agatha. She has been alive for over a thousand years, fueled by dark magic and a thirst for power. She senses your potential and will come for you. You must be cautious.” “But I want to fight back!” Aqua exclaimed, desperation threading through her words. “I don’t want to hide anymore. I need to know how to harness my powers.”

With that, I pulled out the blade out of my back and jammed it into my stomach causing blood to gush out of my mouth. “Can you… at least… tell me your name before I pass?” “Fine. My name is Nora, the leader of the Shadow wolves.” She answered and I heard a chuckle behind her before I lost consciousness. “I thought I was the leader of the Shadow Wolves.” It was a male voice but my eyes dropped and I slowly lost consciousness.

“I forgot how good this feels—just sitting.” Adrian nodded, stretching his long legs under the table. “I forget sometimes too.” Nora slurped loudly and declared, “I want to be a writer and a dragon keeper when I grow up.” Amelia raised her eyebrow. “Ambitious.” “Adrian says I can do both.” Adrian shrugged casually. “She’s got a wide range.” Once they arrived back at the safehouse, Nora had already dozed off in the backseat. Adrian didn’t hesitate to carry her inside, her head resting on his shoulder, arms slung around his neck like she trusted he wouldn’t let her drop.

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