Nora Roberts Awakening Series Novels & Stories

“Goodnight, Mum.” The door closed. Silence. Nora waited a few seconds. Then slowly dropped the book. “…That was close.” She turned back to the mirror. Looked at herself again. This time, longer. More serious. Then— She tilted her head slightly. “Miss attention seeker,” she murmured. A small smile played on her lips. “…Let’s see how far you go.” She switched off the light. But even in the dark— Her mind was still wide awake. And somehow… Every thought led back to him.

Instead, she was about to discover that everything she thought she knew about herself was a lie. And somewhere in Chicago, Detective Nora Roberts was getting closer to the truth that would either set Luna free or destroy everything she'd found with Grayson Vaughn.

They began to regain consciousness. Nora woke up first and saw the room full of police officers. She also noticed her and Vernon's disheveled clothes and the traces after sex. She was completely dumbfounded! What the hell was going on here?

“You can both go into her room now, just be careful not to pull any tubes out. She’s hooked up to fluids and some pain medication right now to help keep her comfortable.” Dr. Jane began walking us towards our mates room. “When will she wake up?” I looked into her room noticing how bad she really looked now that she was a little cleaned up. She had so many scars, she was definitely smaller than the average shifter, it was almost unheard of for a wolf to be so small. “I’m not sure, it depends on her Alphas, she has been through a lot, my guess is she chose to become rogue to escape whatever tourment she had been through.”

I wonder if all rogues act like they're a little wrong in the head. Our attention snapped back on the front when someone harrumphed. Almost all the girls groaned, and almost all the boys lean in attention. "Greetings! I'm Felicia Filicitus Faulkner, I'm 14 years old, a beautiful gray wolf and I'm from the Southwoods!" She started tinkering with her long hair. "I'd love to be friends with all of you, you should feel honored, I mean this is an invitation from someone who is the strongest candidate to become Luna!"

“I was made from you.” “Yes.” “And I am not you.” Silence. “Exactly,” Nora said. Then: “So give me back what is mine.” Claire touched her chest. “My body?” “My memories.” “My authority.” “My history.” “My name.” Claire whispered: “I can stop using your name.” “Not enough.” “I can surrender administrative credentials.” “Not enough.” “What do you want?” Nora answered: “To wake up.” Claire's eyes filled. “You're already awake.” “No.” A terrible sadness entered Nora’s voice.

Chapter 42 Another Moment With Him Red Fox Clan . The Next Day . Brittany POV Waking up this morning just brought up a new vibe in me. I yawn loudly, noticing the brightness of the room; it seems to be afternoon already, making me jerk off my feet only to find Nora staring at me. Did I sleep for that long? I thought to myself, dragging the bed sheet off my body. “At last, you decided to wake up sleeping beauty” Nora asked, sarcastically, with a smirk. I didn’t bother replying her question. I tried getting off the bed, but got hit by a pounding head ache

, she replied. The woman, apparently unfazed by Mr. Samuels's demeanor, extended her hand towards me with a gracious smile. "And who might this be?" she inquired, her gaze lingering on me with a hint of curiosity. I offered a polite smile in return, though I couldn't shake the feeling of unease that settled over me in Nora's presence. "I'm Sara," I replied evenly, careful to maintain a neutral expression. "Pleased to meet you." Nora's smile widened at my response, though there was a calculating glint in her eyes that didn't escape my notice. "Sara, how lovely," she remarked, her tone dripping with faux sweetness. "I'm Nora Roberts, a friend of Zack's."

Groaning Nora woke up with a splitting headache,the curtains were up and the sun shined directly on her face, using her elbows she tried to cover her face from the rays of the sun, Groaning louder again she got up from the bed, searching for her phone on the table she found a glass of water covered and two pill on a piece of cloth with a note that read this: IM SORRY BABYGIRL BUT YOURE GOING TO WAKE UP FEELING MURDEROUS,TAKE THE PILLS TWO AT A TIME! Smiling she picked up the pills and put them in her mouth at once as she picked up the water and washed it down, sitting down a while she started feeling the effect of the drugs,she felt a bit better than she had woken up, removing the covers fro

Only now do I see what it costs. Nora does not collapse. She does not spiral. She does not cry or rage or demand the universe make sense. She dulls. Her readings lose warmth. Not accuracy. Never accuracy. But resonance. People leave steadier, calmer, and lighter in a way that feels unfinished, like a knot loosened but not untied. She sleeps poorly. Her dreams thin. And when I enter them now, I do not feel what I once did. I can still feel her presence. Her awareness. The steady center that makes her who she is.