Nora Roberts Of Blood And Bone นิยาย & เรื่องราว

At least the bleeding has stopped, but the external wounds are severe, and her broken bones will take a long time to heal. What Nora least expected when she went out that morning in search of her sheep was to find a woman lying by the roadside. She had also gone through many terrible things when she was young that marked her for life, which is why she did everything in her power to bring her to her home with the help of a local farmer and personally attend to her.

She opens the book and a roach crawls out. I shriek, jerking my knees to my chest. Esme raises a brow. “You’re a wolf, and you’re scared of a roach?” “What’s a wolf without a wolf?” My smile is bittersweet. “Don’t do that,” she scolds. “You wolf will return. Now, when the rumours came, I consulted the books and some friends.” I try not to let my own thoughts scare me. “What did you find?” “You know, I’ve lived through almost seven decades, and I know a bloodline that had white hair. Moonblood.”

A single drop of blood welled up like my body was offended at the audacity. Cassius caught it in a crystal vial already etched with micro-runes. He added the first component—clear, almost invisible. Nothing happened. Second—pale gray powder that sank like ash. The blood thickened—but didn’t darken. Cassius frowned. And that was bad. Because healers weren’t supposed to frown during “non-invasive verification.” Lucien’s aura tightened beside me like a blade being drawn slowly. Cassius added a third component.

My hands were cold, and I stared at the screen again. “It is not his empire,” I said. "This is his bloodline." Footsteps resounded outside the room. The door opened. Dino stood with an unreadable expression. "You found something," he said. I swung around and looked at him a-throbbing. "Yes," I replied. His eyes sharpened. "What did you find, Drina?" I turned back and looked at the screen, and then at the man whose name had plagued all corners of my life. "A ghost," I said. "And it belongs to your family."

“Dr. Eku Mazari Zadzisai, meet Lady Nyra Ravenwood, a Norwegian countess.” The woman whom Romaine called ‘Nyra Ravenwood’ appeared from behind Eku. She smiled at him before extending her well-manicured hand at the botanist. “I am pleased to meet you, Doctor.” He smiled, as if meeting Visenna for the first time. Yet, Eku didn’t know that the women in front and at the back of him were the evidence that the mighty Blood Rose does grant immortality—as long as one consumes the life of other beings, either for hunger or for anger.

Her muscles tensed, and a primal energy surged within her overriding her rational thoughts but she could still hear being called. It was as if every fibre of her being was awakening to a call, a siren call, a call she couldn't resist. The transformation began with a sharp, searing pain spreading from her fingertips to her toes. Nova clenched her jaw, gritting her teeth against the agony as her bones stretched and reshaped beneath her skin. Her body lengthening and shifting into a more feral form. Her senses heightened, each scent, sound, and sight amplified to an overwhelming degree. She could even hear the sound of the clanking plates that came falling from her grandmother's hands as she be

A sob bounced like a hard pinball, bashing against her inner walls, moving up from her breastbone into her throat. “No!” Quite determined, Norah shook her head. “I can’t break down,” she reminded herself. “Not here. Not yet. Not now.” She had to get out of this place and the sooner the better. It was going to be awful. A nightmare, but she would do it, head high and under her own steam. Gritting her teeth, Norah reached for the door and started to open it. A burly man wearing a suit and a short, neat haircut was standing with his back to the door.