Nora Roberts Dragon Heart Series Novels & Stories

She cried, "What have they done to you, darling? Oh, my God!" "Nora!" I shouted. "What do you think you are doing? You know this guy?" At my question, Ratio flashed his bloodied teeth. "She doesn't just know me." "Yes," Nora echoed and raised her gun. "Now, if you know what's good for you, hand over that orb!" I was still in denial. "What has gotten into you? He's the enemy! He killed my father, your husband! How can you be helping him?" Nora wagged the gun. "It seems you are dumber than I thought, Seven Greywolf. Darren is the love of my life. I only got married to your father to have first-hand info for Darren's quest. Now, stop acting a fool and hand it over!"

She also named their Kingdom after its name. She's in solitude until she met her mate and he was Eynas, one of the red dragon warriors. Astra fell in love with him. The Kingdom of Erasmus cheered and became a bounty until chaos screeched out in the whole place. All the dragons who were hiding in their lairs were called. Astra made them huddled to scrutinize each one of them if they knew who steal the Heart of Magic. Every dragon according to shades was put in line and asked one by one but nobody confessed that they took it about the Heart of Magic.

The dragon prince he had to protect was lying, dying in a terrible condition! Where? Where was Prince Draco's heart? Where was the gold gemstone-shaped dragon heart? Jergintarth's eyes stared darkly at the sorcerers who had just ripped out Draco's heart. "Give it back! Give me back the baby's dragon heart!” shouted Jergintarth angrily. “Do you mean this gold magic gemstone? The Heart of Magic? The magic stone with the most powerful power among other dragon magic stones?” asked the voice of a chuckle.

My instincts kicked in so fast that it took every ounce of my self-control not to shift in place. Kellan did it for me, stiffening like a trap sprung. His voice cut through the silence, low and sharp. “You feel that?” “I do now,” I muttered, scanning the shadows of the courtyard. And then she stepped out of them. Nora. Hair wind-tossed and tousled, cheeks flushed pink with a storm she hadn’t quite explained yet. Her eyes, those inhuman, dragon eyes, focused on us both with mathematical precision, and my spine caught. “I followed it here,” she said. No pleasantries. No idle chitchat. Just that.

Visions flashed in front of Nya’s eyes as she tried to rectify what she’d been seeing for the last several days with the scene before her now. All along, she’d thought she’d been seeing Slate in his dragon form in chains, but that wasn’t what she’d been seeing at all. It was this other dragon, the one rising up in front of her now. He looked anything but happy as his nostrils began to flare, and it was quite obvious this dragon’s duty was to protect the Heart of Magic, which Nya could no longer see as it was hidden behind the dragon’s large back.

Turning to face the fountain, I reply with anger, “You could’ve killed us! I didn’t have a way to give her air!” “You fought against me too long. If you submitted early, then none of this would’ve happened.” Clutching Tru, I yell, “Submitted?! I was trying to save her! I thought she was going to drown!” “I wouldn’t hurt her, only you. It’s all your fault she died the first time. You shouldn’t get another chance at a life with her. None of the dragons should. Gesina was too good for them then, and Tru is too good for them now. I’m not convinced you can save her,” Nora’s disdain for me and the dragons show.

And one by one, the crowd echoed her words — a chant, a promise, a roar that shook the dust from the stones. By the time the first rays of the new sun broke fully over Viremont, the rogues were ready to move. And Nora — the rogue who carried royal blood — stood at their front, eyes on the rising smoke, the pendant glowing faintly against her skin. The fire might’ve ended. But something older — deeper — had just begun to stir beneath the ashes. And this time, Nora wouldn’t just fight to survive. She’d fight to change what survival meant.

"The regeneration rate is slowing, but the potency… it’s still off the charts." Liam, the Crown Prince, was pacing the perimeter of the room like a caged tiger. He swung his war hammer idly, chipping the tiles. "Does she talk yet?" Liam asked, bored. "She begs," the Inquisitor replied. "She pleads for mercy. She calls for her mother. But she does not reveal the location of the Dragon’s Heart." "Maybe she needs motivation," Liam grunted. He walked over to the table. Saoirse’s fingernails scraped against the metal grate. The magic in her blood roared, a tidal wave of heat. The metal beneath her hands began to glow a dull red.

Asrar made sure the boy was safe before he got into an all out fight with the new dragon. They tousled around for a few minutes before Asrar got the upper hand and bit down on the intruders wing. He tossed him a small distance away as he stood his ground. He didn’t have time for this. He had to find Desiree. His head turned to the women who now had two boys around her. He was floored, she was so identical to Rosalie it wasn’t funny. The only difference is she had intense blue eyes. ‘If your fight is with me then take my life but leave my families alone.’ The dragon growled trying to get a good position to attack. Asrar froze at the voice, he had known it from somewhere. When his eyes fell on

mum replied, taking her in for a hug, as she started sobbing, "The dark knight killed her in front of the castle, she asked for my help, she called me little elf, and addressed me by Aubrey," said Nora as she was trying to explain her dream to her mum, "It's not just a dream mum, I was there, I screamed and there was an earthquake the dark knight is coming for me," she said in between sobs, "What am I, and who is Aubrey? Why do I keep having these visions? Who am I? " Nora asked,