Novel & Cerita Nora Roberts Dragon Heart Series

He can't believe that the girl that was once his nightmare back then was going to make him insane right now. "I'm gonna go, Oak. I still have something to do," his best friend said. He nodded. "Okay." Renata waved at him and walked out of the room,leaving him and his unconscious mate alone. He stood up and opened the balcony's door to let the fresh air cool the four sides of his mate's den. Then, he sat on the couch and took the book in the table. He browsed the pages of it and read the preface of the novel. He also checked the author's note and synopsis of it, making him read it at the end.

"Nerrissa... did the General just give you her mark?" "She did," I murmured, curling my fingers tightly around the warm stone. I looked out through the tall glass panels toward the high, jagged black spires of Drakoria. The fortress was still filled with deadly enemies, secret poisons, and monsters who could tear the world apart with a single breath of fire. But as I tucked the small dragon charm safely inside the collar of my dress, I knew I was no longer completely alone. The roots were finally taking hold.

From the betrayal of her own body—how it still recognized him, how it no longer hurt, how it longed for warmth even as her mind reeled. The dragon curled tighter, as if trying to make himself disappear into the rock. His wings pressed inward, muscles flexing with restraint. There was no threat in his posture—only restraint so deep it trembled. And still, he watched her. Silent. Still. Present. Sera drew her knees to her chest. Her arms wrapped tight around them. She felt small. Mortal. Breakable. The last time she had seen a dragon, it had destroyed her world. And now—one waited, not to strike, but to be chosen.

Now you went and tangled up with two men. Why do you have to make it complicated? Nyra scolded herself. But she never had a chance to hate Drake. He made an unmovable throne inside her heart. Her mate is entirely another issue. 'You just have a few months at most with Drake. Don't forget he is a powerful orange Dragon and you are a human. In the end, he has to choose a woman from his clan' her subconscious reminded her making her feel depressed. After pacing for what felt like an hour, finally, she heard heavy footsteps approaching towards her room.

Nora’s heart pounded continuously against her ribs as she gave in to the kiss, to the fire that had never truly died between them. When they eventually pulled apart, both breathless and inhaled for air, Ryder cupped her face with surprising tenderness. “We’ll take her down together,” he promised. Nora nodded, her pulse still racing fast. “Together.” But deep down inside her, a seed of fear corroded at her. If Eve was willing to use dark magic, what else was she capable of? And would they be strong enough to stop her before it was too late? One thing was certain…this was only the beginning. The battle for the truth had just begun, and she was not close to giving up.

~NORA~ I saw the black dragon again, its eyes burning with molten lava, its body covered in scales, its claws extended, and its jaws open wide. The dragon circled me, its massive wings sending gusts of wind that stirred up dust and leaves. Its eyes bore into mine, and I could feel the heat of its breath on my face. Suddenly, the dragon lunged forward, its claws extending more widely. I screamed as the dragon's razor-sharp claws plunged into my chest, piercing my heart, then ripping it out. I could feel the searing pain spreading through my body, and I knew I wasn't going to last.

He might not have noticed, but she did. She liked Noah. She really did. But not enough to want to spend her life with him. And she knew he didn’t want that either. More than anything, she understood what lay buried in his heart—and wondered why he kept fighting it. Especially when she was right there, willing. His stubbornness confused her. But it amused her too. Oh, how she looked forward to the day when he finally understood the danger of delaying what his heart truly desired. Nora was already at her limit. Her love might have lasted long, but even that had its breaking point.

I pleaded, desperately peeling his hand off mine and swiftly walking away. As I hurriedly made my way towards the office I had been directed to, I couldn't shake off the nagging thought that if that guy was indeed a worker there, how could he afford such an extravagantly expensive car? Pushing the question aside, I made my way to the receptionist. "Hi I'm Nora Roberts, I was told to resume today" I said to the beautiful blonde lady who looked nice. She returned my smile and searched through some files as she spoke "Oh you're the new Personal Assistant to Mr Nathaniel Lockhart"

“This isn’t just poetry. This… this happened.” Rowan swallowed hard. “A Dragonheart… died unbonded.” She skimmed further down. The scroll spoke of a great war, of a Dragonheart who stood beside a prince of fire. But when betrayal struck, she refused the bond. Her power erupted uncontrolled, wiping out half a kingdom in a single night. Rowan’s voice was barely a whisper. “She destroyed everything.” Nyra leaned closer. “Wait—look here.” She pointed to a faded crest inked beside the Dragonheart’s name. Though burned and cracked, Rowan recognized the sigil: a dragon rearing back, flames curling around its wings.

His Point of View I did not intend to return to her that night. Nora slept quietly, curled beneath her blanket, one hand wrapped around the strap of her bag where she kept her tarot deck. Her thread lay still in the weave. Calm. Steady. Unthreatening. It should have been a simple observation. Confirm stability. Confirm silence. Confirm she was not bending fate again. Then her pulse hitched. A dream. I reached toward the tether linking us, and the dream sharpened at once. Not hazy. Not symbolic.