She wanted to be strong for him yet with a contemptuous look in his eyes, his words struck a painful chord inside of her. “ You think I would accept you?" Nora Rigby stared at the handsome yet cold looking face of her mate, Carlos Alberto, the future Alpha of Eagle pack. "I am your mate" she managed to blurt out, hating the question he just asked. Her hands were shaking and she felt as though there were thousands of spears jabbed at her heart. His cruelty broke her, yet she stood aloof, accepting the inevitable rejection. The last thing Nora expected was to be rejected by the man she had loved and craved for all these years. How could he reject her because she was wolfless? Filled with anger, she wanted to end it all but couldn't go through with it. Who would have guessed that not only did her mate reject her but he also sent people to kill her! As she fell down the cliff, she had just one wish for the moon goddess. She wished she could have her revenge. As she shut her eyes, embracing the darkness. Instead of meeting the moon goddess, she surprisingly opened them only to see herself in a different world… And a different identity! “ Welcome back, Princess!" She was a Lycan princess and she was back to take her revenge with the help of the one person who believed in her. Karen, her commander. What would happen when the seemingly weak human came back as the most powerful being in the world of the mystical beings? With conspiracies roaming all around Nora, what would be the outcome of the Lycan princess story? Find out in this intriguing story!
View MoreNora’s POVI stood at the center of the council chamber, heart pounding but voice steady. The air was thick with tension, and every pair of eyes rested on me. Erebus sat across from me, flanked by his usual followers, stoic, silent, but brimming with defiance. Behind me stood Carlos, August, and the Eagle pack warriors who had pledged their loyalty. The Lycan guard formed a strong line, shoulders squared.I took a deep breath and raised my voice.“You’ve been working against me,” I said, locking my gaze on Erebus. “Sabotaging the orb’s balance. Undermining the keepers. Aligning with Griffin. I won’t stay silent anymore.”A murmur ran through the chamber.Erebus’s lips curled into a cold smile. “You speak boldly, Nora. But accusation without proof is nothing but noise.”“I have proof,” I replied. I pulled out the worn scroll I had found, the one that spoke of the breath between realms. “You and your followers have been plotting to let Griffin gain access to the orb’s core. This scrol,
Nora’s POVThe cold air carried a tension that clung to every breath as I entered the ancient hall. It wasn’t just a place for discussion anymore. It had become a battleground of ideologies. The council chamber, nestled at the heart of the Elder Grove, once felt like a sanctuary of wisdom. Today, it felt like a trap.The long, curved table sat in the center, surrounded by seats carved for each Ancient keeper. As I took my place, I felt dozens of eyes on me — some heavy with support, others laced with suspicion. Erebus sat with his usual calm, arms folded, the corner of his mouth twitching with a smugness I had come to recognize. His allies flanked him like silent shadows.Elder Silvarum cleared his throat, rising to open the meeting. “This gathering,” he said, voice steady, “is in response to growing unrest, and the concern raised by Luna Nora on the presence of traitors among us.”I stood when the attention shifted to me. My heart was steady, but every word I planned to say burned ag
Nora’s POV I could barely sit up on the fourth morning.My body burned from within, and my throat felt like it had swallowed fire. Elder Silvarum stood by the window, pouring a thick blue liquid into a clay bowl. The scent of crushed leaves and burnt ash filled the room. I had been drinking his brews for three days, and each sip had dragged me deeper into pain.“Almost done,” he murmured, turning toward me. “Today, the blood either bends… or breaks.”I nodded, even though my vision blurred. My body trembled. Every part of me felt like it had been beaten from the inside, like my bones were trying to shift into something new.Carlos had tried to stay, but I’d asked him to leave. I didn’t want him to see me like that—sweaty, gasping, screaming. This wasn’t a battle of swords or claws. It was a battle inside my blood.The Blue Blood.A dormant power that lived in me for years, quiet but present. The bloodline of an ancient warrior clan—fierce, magical, feared.And now… awakened.I cried
Third povDeep beneath the Keeper’s sacred chambers, Erebus gathered his most trusted followers in the gloom of an abandoned sanctuary. The once-hallowed space, now forgotten and thick with damp air, flickered with unstable candlelight. A circle of ashes had been drawn across the floor, its center marked by a jagged shard—a sliver once part of the orb itself, stolen during the first wave of betrayal.“This is the moment,” Erebus said, his voice low and sharp. “We do not strike her blade to blade—we turn her own gift against her.”One of the traitors, a man named Malric, knelt before the shard and began chanting. The air twisted. A strange vibration surged across the room, as though something ancient had awakened. A black mist coiled above the shard, writhing like it breathed.“The spell must unravel her hold,” Erebus added, stepping forward. “It will not destroy her. At least, not yet. But it will shake her spirit. Once she begins to doubt the orb, she weakens. And when she weakens…”
Third povGriffin sat alone in the quiet chamber he had claimed as his own, staring at the dim glow pulsing from the crystal he kept hidden beneath the floorboard. The crystal, stolen from one of Sorcerer Elena’s secret vaults before her death, still retained traces of her dark magic. It hummed faintly now, reacting to Griffin’s growing hunger for more.The orb haunted his thoughts... its glow, its pull, its raw power. It called to him in ways no other source of magic ever had. He remembered watching Nora command it during battle, the way her hands trembled just slightly when it flared bright. She was still learning to control it.And she wasn’t moving fast enough.“That orb should be mine,” he muttered to himself, tightening his fists.He had once admired Nora, once loved her, in some foolish, idealistic way. But that was long buried. The Griffin who sat here now was not the same man. The tinted blood in his veins had reshaped him. Sorcerer Elena’s magic had awakened something in him
Nora’s POVThe early morning air felt heavy as I stepped into the keepers’ quarters. Most of them were already awake, going about their routines with forced normalcy—too forced, like a stage performance. That alone was enough to raise suspicion.I didn’t speak much as I passed them, just watched, and observed.It had become my daily ritual now to quietly checking their behavior, listening more than talking. I watched how they interacted with each other, who avoided my gaze, who suddenly turned quiet when I entered the room.The orb’s energy had been restless lately. Some nights I could barely sleep, and when I did, I woke up with my heart racing. I couldn’t help the growing feeling that something was slipping through my fingers.August had warned me: “They’ve learned to wear loyalty like a second skin. Don’t expect them to act like villains.”He was right. The traitors weren’t making mistakes. Not yet. But I could feel the tension, growing like a splinter buried deep.I started with t
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