All Chapters of Nora: Rejected Lost Princess : Chapter 311 - Chapter 320

 Nora’s POV I had never known exhaustion like this. My muscles screamed as I slammed onto the damp earth of the training circle, breath catching in my throat. August stood over me, calm as ever, his arms folded behind his back. A flicker of blue light still shimmered in the air where his last magical strike had hit me. “You hesitated again,” he said, his tone steady. “Magic doesn’t wait for you to be ready.” I groaned and rolled onto my back, staring up at the canopy of leaves above us. “I didn’t hesitate,” I muttered. “I calculated.” August raised a brow. “And you calculated yourself straight into the dirt.” He extended a hand. I took it, wincing as he helped me to my feet. My fingers tingled, not from his touch, but from the residual energy I’d tried to control. The orb’s powe

Nora’s POV The wind rustled through the tall trees as I stood at the edge of the forest, the orb hovering silently beside me. It pulsed softly, like it could hear my thoughts. Like it was waiting.There were moments—quiet, fleeting moments—when I felt like myself again. When I could remember what it was like before the orb chose me. But they were rare now, slipping away like smoke through my fingers. Every day, I felt its pull a little more. Not just its magic, but its *will*.It whispered things to me in my sleep. Ancient voices. Commands I didn’t fully understand. At first, I thought I was imagining them. Then I realized I wasn’t.The orb wasn’t just a weapon or a gift—it was alive. And it wanted something from me.I took a step back, forcing the orb to follow. “Not now,” I whispered. “Not yet.”It dimmed slightly, as though obeying.I turned and walked back toward the pack house. My body ached from training, but my mind refused to rest. August had warned me that this would happen.

NORA'S POV The air was filled with heat as August’s blade clashed against mine, the sound echoing through the ancient training grounds like a warning bell. My muscles screamed in protest, but I pushed harder, focusing every ounce of energy into the movement. Sweat dripped down my back, but I welcomed the burn. I needed this.August stepped back, lowering his sword. “You’re improving faster than I expected.”I straightened, panting. “Good. Because I still feel like I’m dancing on the edge of chaos.”He chuckled lowly, wiping his brow. “You are. The orb’s power isn’t something you ever fully control. You learn to walk with it or drown.”I nodded, but I didn’t smile. Something had been gnawing at the edge of my mind for days. A whisper in the dark. A shadow I couldn’t place.That night, the visions came again.I jolted upright in bed, drenched in sweat. My heart pounded as the images flashed behind my eyes—charred ground, screaming voices, a river of blood splitting through a forest I d

NORA'S POVThe vision came to me in the early hours of morning, when the moon still clung to the sky and the world felt suspended between dreams and waking. I had collapsed after another difficult training session, the orb cradled beside me like a sleeping child. But as I drifted into sleep, the air grew cold, and a different kind of presence enveloped me.I opened my eyes, but not to the training fields or my chamber.Instead, I stood at the edge of a vast marble courtyard, surrounded by towering pillars that gleamed beneath twin suns. The architecture was otherworldly— elegant, ancient, sacred. Covered figures circled a massive pedestal at the center, where the orb hovered, radiant and whole, its glow reaching into the heavens.The keepers.They moved in silence, yet I could feel the weight of their purpose. I watched as one stepped forward, placing a hand above the orb. “The balance must be maintained,” he said, his voice echoing in my chest rather than my ears. “The orb binds ligh

Nora’s POV I no longer trusted the stillness in the keepers’ hall.There was something about the way their eyes followed me lately—too guarded, too careful. The smiles were tight, fleeting. Conversations ended too quickly the moment I stepped into a room. I wasn’t imagining it.The Ancient keepers had always been a mystery to me, but now their secrecy felt suffocating. And dangerous.Even with August constantly at my side, offering quiet counsel and reminding me that not all secrets meant betrayal, I couldn't shake the gnawing doubt.“These were once your allies,” August said gently one evening as we stood near the great window overlooking the temple gardens. “You must remember that.”I shook my head, the orb pulsing faintly beneath my palm. “They were allies of the orb’s keeper. That doesn’t mean they’re loyal to me. Erebus was one of them. How many more might be hiding the same hunger for power?”August didn’t answer. He probably didn't think that he needed to give an answer. Late