Nora Roberts Under Currents Novels & Stories

Nora nodded. She looked at the door. The frosted glass. The light behind it. She thought about what Rachel had said. Fenn had represented Robert eight years ago. Cross had been running money for eleven. The math put Robert inside Cross's world before Nora had any idea any of it existed. Before the gala, before the diagnosis, before any of it. She'd been a target before she had a reason to be one. She pushed the door open. The room was a conference space, small, one table, four chairs. A woman in her sixties occupied the far end. Silver hair, straight posture, hands folded on the table. No laptop. No papers. Nothing between her and the room except her own composure.

Nyra Dawn has not yet decided whether to arrive fully; pearlescent light seeps faintly through the tall windows of the Moon Hall. The flames of the oil lamps quiver in small, uncertain crowns on the rims of copper cups, and the stones, as though breathing with the castle’s lungs, exhale cool mist after each of my breaths. From deep within my body, a slow, mercurial current begins to flow—first only a warm touch along the inner curve of my thigh, then one sure, heated wave that declares an undeniable truth: the waters have broken, my children have set out on their journey, and there is no door left through which this moment could ever be shut again.

"What I want to know is how you can think about all these. Your thoughts process, everything," Nora closed her eyes for a few seconds before opening them to reveal her dark green orbs that concealed pure despite. "Because I should know it, obviously. That's what I do. I do computers and logical thinking. I can't say that for most of the men you call your aides." Quentin and Four openly glared at her and she smiled at each of them. Perverted lots. Pretenders. "Nora." Walter's voice was testing. "Yes, darling?" Her voice dripped with sarcasm. ", I already explained what happened. I don't know what else you want me to do."

CARLOS POV The moon hung low above the pack house, casting silver light through the tall windows of my office. I stood in silence, staring out at the forest that bordered our land. The leaves shimmered under the night sky, but my thoughts were elsewhere—on Nora. She was changing. I could see it every time I looked into her eyes. It wasn’t just the orb’s glow that lit her skin anymore. It was something deeper, something ancient stirring beneath her surface. I’d always known Nora was powerful, but lately… that power was becoming something else entirely.

She was a very beautiful and alluring lady, with long hair that rolled down to cover her breast, she was just there on the ground, lying stark naked and breathless, with bruises all over. Bare and breathless, she lay there trembling. With her wide eyes, darting around, she checked and hoped for a saviour, she knew there was nothing she could do for herself anymore, her heartbeat drumming so fast and loud, she could not only feel it in her chest, she could hear it in her ears. And then, her fears caught up with her. The relentless wolves had already closed in on her, they surrounded her. In a swift twist, they turned into humans too! They were three in number, three of them, looking like they

Tonight was no different. Nora tucked a loose strand of her dark hair behind her ear and tried to focus on the curve of a woman’s shoulder on her canvas. The piece was for a fantasy novel cover. It was ethereal, sensual, full of flowing fabrics and hidden power. Her own reflection in the dark glass showed a woman in an oversized sweater and soft leggings, barefoot, charcoal smudges on her fingers. Nothing glamorous. Yet he watched. She felt his gaze like a physical touch.

She looked out the rain-speckled window toward the darkened garden. Somewhere beyond the glass, the roses swayed gently in the wind. Tomorrow, the house would be even louder. The rehearsal would begin. Smiles would be rehearsed. Photographs would be taken. Memories would be made. And beneath it all, Nora would carry a silent fault line through every room she entered, hoping no one else could feel the ground shifting beneath her feet.

I fought to suppress the storm inside me, to steady my voice. But the more I held back, the more intense it became—as if I were being melted from the inside out. I dropped my gaze to the papers on the desk, trying to focus on work, but my eyes kept drifting. Jean was no longer satisfied with just her hands. Curious, she said, "Max's rod feels so nice to touch. I wonder what it tastes like."

It was a tiring and boring day. The sun hung hidden in the sky and sent a dull ray of sunshine to the earth. It was quite cool for an early september. Nora was outside her apartment, taking a nap on a rocking chair. Her hair was being blown by the wind; and she had sunglasses on even when it wasn't that sunny. She was wearing a tight baby shirt that brought out the shape of her elegantly curved boobs and bum shorts that screamed sex. It was her free time—the small time she can spend at home before going to work again that evening.

Captain Nora hurried back toward the staircase. She returned moments later, breathing hard. “We’ve got company.” “The Dominion?” Samuel asked. “No.” She looked at Helena. “The sea.” Everyone frowned. “The sea?” Olivia repeated. Captain Nora nodded. “It’s rising.” ⸻ Professor Moreau hurried to a narrow stone window overlooking the hidden harbor. His face paled. “The water…” It was climbing the cliffs. Not as a wave. Not as a flood. As though the sea itself were rising to swallow the island. Helena whispered,