Nora West-allen Comics Novels & Stories

“Nora doesn’t know much. She has been here for as long as she remembers. Sally found her roaming in the garden. She has no memory of her past life, and she does not have a clue about how she got here. Both of us are witches.” “There are a lot of young people here,” Madison said. “Yes, around fifty and all different kinds. Some are happy to be who they are while others have a hard time coping with all of this,” Nora said. The two of them looked inquisitively at her. “Ah! Yes! My soul is bonded to Zai, one of my ancestors. She is a powerful witch. Apparently, I come from a long line of witches, and I did not know that until yesterday,” Madison said.

"Oh Rhea! Over here!" Nora is sitting right next to her, leaning into a guy who looks like one of the guards. She’s flirting and laughing, but the moment she turns and sees me, her expression shifts into a vicious, mocking smile. "Oh, look," Nora says loudly, her voice dripping with venom. "Here comes the ordinary human girl who actually thinks she’s part of the team. You really think you belong with us werewolves just because you can carry bandages around?"

The splitting headache made Nora grunt in pain. The headaches were becoming more frequent for the past three months. Not only that, even the dreams were starting to get real. The wolf that kept calling out to her in her dreams was just too real. And powerful. Five years had passed since the battle, and Nora was living a quiet life in Eagle Pack. She worked as a librarian, surrounded by dusty books and whispered conversations. Ruling next to Carlos as the Luna of the Eagle Pack gave her immense joy, not to talk of her kids whom she doted on.