Nora Roberts The Awakening Series Novels & Stories

The night sky above Viremont glowed with unnatural streaks of gold and violet, the remnants of the Heir’s magic mingling with something older, something that had been buried long before anyone remembered. Nora crouched behind the remnants of a collapsed building, pendant glowing faintly against her chest. The pulse had changed, it wasn’t merely a warning anymore. It was urgent, insistent. Something had awakened. Something that had been waiting for the city to fracture, waiting for someone like her to step forward.

Nora’s dreams fractured into scrolling code and blinking red warnings, into doors that would not stay shut. She woke just before dawn with a jolt, heart racing, the phantom hum of servers still in her ears. For a moment she lay still, listening. The apartment was quiet except for the low, hum of the servers. The sun was rising, thin grey light fighting its way through the reinforced glass windows. Nora padded back to the study. Robbin was awake, sitting on the edge of the couch, staring at the monitors. "Nora," Robbin said, her voice a hollowed-out husk. "Look."

The connected call only carried the sounds of Jaime Walter and Derek Surrey’s pleasure. She did not seem to hear what I said. After an impatient click of her tongue, she hung up. I lowered my arms and stared at my mother’s decomposed body. My strength felt completely drained. Derek then sent me a series of messages. When I opened them, I saw videos of the two of them having sex that night. Their intimate sounds filled the room. Derek smiled in the video and asked Jaime, “You really are not giving him the miracle drug?”

Everywhere was dark when she woke up, she was no longer in the Zodak packhouse. Nora's head pounded, her body felt weak, and the sharp scent of earth and damp stone filled her nose. “Where am I?” She asked, opening her eyes slightly. With chains bounding her wrists tightly, which glow faintly with silver runes that suppressed her wolf within. She could feel a scary shadow loomed over her, she closed her eyes and reopen them again for a clearer vision, then she found herself staring at a face she hadn’t seen in years.

Nancy The awakening was slow, as if I were emerging from a deep, heavy sleep, and the world around me was still covered in a veil. I blinked several times, trying to clear the fog that obscured my vision, and realized something was wrong. The smell. The air had a strange, sterile odor, a mixture of disinfectant and freshly laundered sheets, very different from the usual aromas of the Morton mansion, which was always filled with expensive perfumes and the subtle scent of old wood. I sat up carefully, feeling my head throbbing slightly, and looked around.

"It's time to wake up." A bright white light erupted from both of the women's chests, enveloping them and everything around them.

Dwayne deserves to pay for his evil deeds. Menny and his wife Nerola lead us the pack training grounds where darkness has started to take over. Menny communicates through the pack mind and wolves start coming out of different corners of the woods. In normal circumstances, I would have freaked out of my mind and screamed out of my mind seeing a lot of wolves of different sizes and colours gathering around me, but this is not a normal situation. My normal ended this morning before I had a knock at my apartment door. Actually, my normal ended the day I met Jace and fell in love with him at the first sight.

He demanded, his eyebrows furrowing into a frown. "Only what needs to be done," she said and looked at him with those ancient eyes. "You feel it too, don't you, executioner? The wrongness in her scent and the power that sleeps beneath the surface waiting to wake up?" Rowan slowly let go of her wrist and she reached for me again. I wanted to back away but my feet would not move, and when her fingers touched my forehead, everything exploded into pain, fire and ice all at once. It felt like something inside me that had been locked in chains for my entire life suddenly broke free and came roaring to the surface. My bones started breaking and reforming and I screamed because it hurt more than my

After all, pushing it away wasn't in my best interest. In the mirror, I looked confident and elegant. I was first Erin Green and then Mrs. Wells. My motto now was, "If no one gives you sunshine, create your own."

Valeria The next morning, I woke to the soft light of dawn filtering through the window. Kade lay beside me, his arm draped over my waist, his face peaceful in sleep. But my mind was anything but calm. The events of the past few days spun around in my head like a storm. The uncertainty, the secrets, the prophecy—everything seemed to be spiraling out of control, and at the center of it all was Kade’s father. There was something dangerous about him, something that sent chills down my spine every time he was near. And I couldn’t shake the feeling that he was hiding something much darker than we could have imagined.