Nora Roberts Books About Witches Novels & Stories

Ilyra explained, her voice gentle but firm as she held the old woman’s hand. "The Nexus? You're both fools if you think you can just walk into the center of the marsh and take what you want, because the path is guarded by the Drowned Witches now," Hestia said, and she looked up at me with a grim, knowing smile that chilled me to the marrow. "They are the spirits of the women your pack threw into the black pools during the raids, and they’ve spent the last twenty years waiting for a Rauvenhollow wolf to come back so they can pull him down into the silt and keep him there forever."

The witch’s gaze never left me as she grinned, her smile impossibly wide, her eyes gleaming with malice. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t scream. The only thing left to do was endure. The witch’s laugh echoed through the room, a low, guttural sound that made my skin crawl. The more she moved, the more oppressive the air around us felt, as if the very walls of the cabin were closing in. My heart raced in my chest, the adrenaline pulsing through me despite my body’s inability to act. She moved to Beth next, her long fingers brushing over the girl’s neck as if savoring the terror in her eyes. My heart clenched, helpless. I couldn't protect her. I couldn’t protect any of us.

Nora asked Lucius. “Of course,” he replied. “What is it?” “Do you have a special gift?” “No, but I practice both witchcraft, simple spells, not complicated. Why did you ask?” “Who do you think kidnapped Ren?” “I’m not sure, Nora, but I have a feeling they’re not werewolves.” “What?” I gripped him on his jacket. “Not werewolves? Then what? All I could smell was piss and cigarette and vomits in here.”

News spread quickly around the hall and the people of Eldrida have more reasons to like their future queen. The room hums with the animated conversations of guests from various magical realms, oblivious to the peril that lurks beneath the surface. Sarah decides to enjoy the party to the fullest. Whatever happens, I'd have this as a reminder of the awesomeness of being free. The evening begins with a mesmerizing display by a group of powerful witches. Their magic intertwines in a symphony of colors, weaving intricate patterns in the air. Flames dance with grace, water cascade in mesmerizing waves, earth rise and fall in harmony, and gusts of wind whirl around the room.

I spat on his overcoat. “Do you see!” Mathis turned and gestured to the spittle seeping down his shirt. “She’s still possessed by the witch. She told me this one commands her.” He turned on Udora. “What?” Udora blinked in horror. “But I’m not a witch! I don’t command Saria. If anything, she tells me about!” "It’s true!" I cried. Trying to defend her. Mathis gave a whistle that echoed through the corridors and foyer of WitchFall.

“They do. Witches have all they need to practise magic. Whatever isn't in Woodhidge is not even needed for... uh … what's relevant for their craft, like you said.” “I thought witches highly regarded their spells and culture," I said to Mum, trying to drill information from her but also being careful so she wouldn't become suspicious. “I have told you this before and I will tell you again. Magic is beautiful and all that, but it can be dark and scary and no one ever wants that. Some spell books were burned many years ago and a whole lot of them were lost forever.” Oh my goodness! This could mean that the Lunarry spell was gone for good. This can't be happening!

There were some rumors among the people that Qontessah had so many guards around her not for her own protection but for the protection of those around her. This is why the island was constantly recruiting people who were solely handled by Xander. She was cruel and was labeled a witch, but Qontessah was eviler and frightening than she was. If she is a white witch, then Qontessah was a dark or black witch, a true agent of darkness, but when she thinks about it, she still has a good heart.

“’Tis not something we’ve focused on enough. Had I realized ye would be called away so soon, I might have done things differently.” “I’m glad we concentrated on my magic and my baby’s health,” I said softly. “I feel better entering Charles’s world knowing I’m armed with magic.” “Ye can’t let them know about the magic,” she said briskly. When I gasped in confused surprise she continued, “There is a powerful witch in their midst. If he discovers ye are magical, there is no telling what he’ll do. Witches are territorial. Besides, ‘tis always nice to have an ace up your sleeve.”

'What will happen next? She waited patiently. She observed the two young women. She felt something to the duo. Something light and warm... Nerida felt the jar grow big. She felt elated and thankful. The other women also expressed their gratitude. "We have hope!" Nerida whispered to herself. When Orlando appeared, Nerida could not believe her eyes. Orlando was so grown-up! In fact, he looked matured and responsible. She observed him with his daughters, Ivana and Brie. She gathered that the two young women were also witches. They were the descendants of Olga. That meant, Norlando and Orlando were wizards or warlocks. Nerida shivered with fear. She could not help it. She developed a fear of wit

She went to the library and started reading on witches, the spells they cast and how they cast them. But still she could not get anything useful but through all that she believed the witches or a witch was involved in this. She got tired then went out of the library, it was already afternoon by then, she drove to Rosewood to investigate, someone was bound to know or have seen something and she wanted to know what. When she got there, she started at the packhouse where Nico lived, he saw her when she got in as he was coming down the stairs.