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The One Who Doesn’t Hide

ผู้เขียน: Katie Haddad
last update วันที่เผยแพร่: 2026-04-22 19:00:00

Nyxara POV

I’ve spent centuries hiding.

But tonight—

Hiding is no longer an option.

And neither is running.

I feel their attention before I see it fully shift.

Not just the witches.

Not just Rowan.

Everyone.

Because something has already changed.

The moment the word cause left her mouth, the moment the air tightened w
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  • The Ashen Veil   Too Close to Let Go

    Nyxara POVI wanted to tell him the truth.But whatever lives inside me—Would rather tear me apart than let me speak it.I shouldn’t have done that.The thought hits immediately, sharp and instinctive, the part of me that has survived centuries without attachment reacting before anything else can settle too deeply, but my body betrays that logic almost instantly because I still don’t move away from him, don’t create the distance I should, don’t pull back from the warmth of his hand against my side or the steady presence of him standing so close.Because the moment I kissed him, something changed.The bond doesn’t just hum anymore.It locks.I feel it immediately, deeper than before, stronger in a way that has nothing to do with proximity and everything to do with choice, and the connection between us tightens like something finally secured instead of loosely tied together. Heat spreads beneath my skin, the markings along my side pulsing beneath Rowan’s touch, brighter now, steadier,

  • The Ashen Veil   Something Real

    Rowan POVI knew her marks weren’t normal.But this—This made one thing clear… something inside her is waking up.⸻I’ve seen her marks move before, subtle shifts beneath her skin that most wouldn’t notice unless they were looking for it, faint pulses that never stayed long enough to question too deeply, but this is different, this is constant, visible even without trying, and the moment I catch it again my focus locks onto her completely as the faint lines along her side darken and shift like something restless beneath the surface.They’re reacting.Not randomly.Not faintly.Stronger.Faster.Like whatever is behind them is getting closer.My instincts snap into place immediately, not slow, not measured, just there, sharp and absolute, my wolf rising hard enough that I don’t question it as I step into her space.“Nyxara.”She doesn’t move right away, but I see it in her eyes, the way she already knows what I’m looking at, what I’m about to say, and that alone is enough to push my c

  • The Ashen Veil   What She Didn’t Say

    Rowan POVShe didn’t tell me what she saw.But I felt it—And whatever it was… it terrified her.⸻I feel it before I see it, the bond snapping tight like something just pulled too hard on it, not the steady pull I’ve gotten used to, not the quiet hum that settles between us when she’s close, but something sharp and reactive that hits without warning, and my focus drops from the wolves in front of me instantly, every instinct redirecting without hesitation. Nyxara hasn’t moved, and that’s the first thing that tells me something is wrong, because she’s still standing exactly where she was, but there’s a tension in her posture that doesn’t belong there, something too controlled, too rigid, like she’s locking everything down before it has the chance to show, and I’ve seen enough of her now to know that when she does that, it’s not because she’s fine, it’s because she’s not.“Nyxara.”I step closer, ignoring everything else happening around us, the movement of the pack, the quiet urgency

  • The Ashen Veil   The Thing She Took Into Herself

    Nyxara POVThe last time I felt danger like this… I didn’t just fail to stop it—I became the reason it still exists.⸻Rowan’s voice carries across the clearing, steady and controlled as he continues directing his wolves, shifting patrols, reinforcing positions, building order out of something that should have already fallen apart, and I remain close to him without thinking about it, close enough that the bond settles instead of pulls, close enough that my body has already begun to accept something my mind still resists.“Outer line shifts at dusk,” he says, his attention still outward, still on his people, “no one alone, no one out of range—”It’s the word quiet that does it, not loud or jarring, just enough to twist something in my chest, because I’ve heard it before, felt it before, that same unnatural stillness that doesn’t mean peace, doesn’t mean safety, but something waiting, something watching, something about to break.

  • The Ashen Veil   The Things She Didn’t Save

    Nyxara POVThe last time I felt danger like this…Everyone I cared about died.⸻The feeling doesn’t come all at once, not like the bond does when it tightens or pulls or demands something immediate, but slower, quieter, like something slipping beneath the surface of everything else until I can’t ignore it anymore, and I hate that I recognize it so quickly because that means it’s real, because that means it isn’t just instinct or paranoia or the lingering aftermath of everything that’s already happened here.It’s something worse.Something familiar.And I haven’t felt it like this in a very long time.I keep my expression neutral, my movements controlled as I walk the edge of the clearing while Rowan continues directing his pack, his voice steady and grounded as he adjusts patrols, reinforces positions, shifts people where they’re needed most, and I find myself watching him again without meaning to, no

  • The Ashen Veil   Lines That Shift

    Rowan POV She doesn’t belong to my world. But she’s starting to stand in it like she was meant to rule it. ⸻ It’s not the bond that catches my attention this time. Not the pull, not the shift, not the way it reacts when she moves or doesn’t move, because that’s already become something I’ve adjusted to, something I understand well enough to ignore unless it matters, and right now it doesn’t. What matters— Is her. Because she’s changed. Not in a way anyone else would notice immediately, not something obvious or easy to point out, but I see it in the way she moves through the clearing now, in the way she no longer hovers at the edges like she did when she first arrived, no longer watching from a distance as if she might disappear the second something doesn’t suit her. She’s still guarded. Still distant. Still very much Nyxara. But she’s not separate anymore. She’s in it. I let the others move under the orders I already gave, letting them settle into their roles while I k

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