Nora Noragami Novels & Stories

"And yes, we are your sisters. We share the same blood. Our father, King Castor or Luncio as you know him, is the same person." With immaculate grace, she lifted her arms and began to introduce the others. "This is Morga..." Luna turned to her left and saw a woman in ruby red dress. Her head was adorned with drops-of-blood-like gems. Creating a striking contrast against her shocking white curly hair that fell past her shoulders. Morga gave her a small nod as a sign of greeting. Princess Lamea then looked at the girl next to Morga. "The one in blue is Alta..." Luna remembered her earlier as the red head who was strongly arguing with Juren. The girl grinned, eyes shining; one hand raised wavin

My eyes widened, my jaw dropped as I looked at the girland I found it hard to believe, considering how many times she defended me in the presence of other Omegas. I felt Kieran's body froze against mine as he went through the pictures in the phone and back at her. “It's not what you think, I-I s-swear." Nora said, falling to her knees and tears streaming down her face. “I c-can explain." “Go on with it." Kieran growled, his eyes darkening. He stood up in all of his might. I could the anger radiating off him, even without the mate bond. Nora made herself smaller on the ground, “S-she's t-the chosen o-one, I was just telling them at home that I found her."

She thought. Lorenzo noticed she’d been staring at his arm for a while now. “Is this the first time you’re seeing someone with a tattoo?” he asked, raising his eyebrows. Nora gulped hard. “S-Sorry,” she stammered. Lorenzo’s smile was dark and cold, it was more of a smirk. He slowly walked toward Nora, looking at her intently. All Nora could see was hatred, anger, and disgust. She immediately turned away from him, pretending to study the fireplace instead of letting him see her trembling hands.

“AHHHHHHAAA!!!!” Nora cried out in pain. She felt numb from her waist down as darkness clouded her eyes, she tried to fight it, knew she had to fight to stay alive but she couldn’t fight it for long and she slowly fell into a black hole of nothingness…

“Families tend to drag their family members into everything. But it’s not always bad Nori, we also have our happy moments.” He took a deep breath as if he was making amends with himself. “Lana is a mage,” Nori said, he was not looking at me this time, he was looking at the floor, “A powerful mage.” “I heard about mages, but what is it that they really do?” I asked.

She is always trailing behind Boba girl and doing what she wants. But what did she want with her? "Sorry did I scare you, Ohh my...I thought to follow you to the shelf you're working on, so we can start from there." She explained when she saw Areena confused. "Ohh," Areena said letting out a sigh of relief. "Sorry, I'm Nora by the way." "Nora Crimson." She added pulling her hand out to shake. "I'm... Ahh... Areena Mayer" If it feels odd, nobody wants to know about her. So she doesn't know how this works.

Nora looked there again but didn't see him anymore, she shook her head and let it slide. Nora, who was 15 years old, has an oval face with purple eyes, long white hair that is tied up in a bun, slender with an oval face, so pretty and fair she just stands out wherever she is, with those distinctive features of hers. They boarded the train and found a seat overlooking the window, they settled down, with her mum looking at her suspiciously, "You saw him again?" She asked her, looking quite disturbed, "Yes, but this time he looked right at me without breaking contact like he was trying to tell me something," Nora replied, looking at her mum.

She waved her hand as though she hadn’t nearly died. Nora’s eyes softened with guilt. “I brought fresh clothes. Dr. Zamini will come treat your wounds soon. Until then, let me dry your hair.” Angela silently sat before the mirror while Nora gently towel-dried her damp hair. The room fell quiet except for the crackling fireplace and the storm raging inside Angela’s head. That rogue wasn’t ordinary. She could still remember the terrifying energy radiating from him, dark magic wrapped around him like smoke. A witch. No… worse. A wizard.

I watch as Damian struggles more against the ones holding him as he yells. “Give her back. She is mine, leave her alone...” Nora laughs and nods to the rogues holding Damian. They make him go to his knees and the 4th rogue who originally had Aurora, walks up in front of him, places his hands on either side of his head and breaks his neck before extending and then using his claws to remove his head completely. A few of the female pack members nearby all scream. Nora then yells.

I ask the others. "She's in the cage next to you. Norea took her somewhere and then brought her back a little while ago. She left again, though. I'm Gloria, and I'm a tiger," a young woman in the cage beside Brandon says. The cages are angled, so I can't see into the one next to me. I try to mindlink Dayan, but nothing happens. "Where are you from?" I ask them. "All over. Norea can travel anywhere she wants by snapping her fingers. We're all unmated, and most are rogues," Brandon answers.