The debt

The golden eyes inside the Heart opened wider.No one moved.Even the ancient chamber seemed to hold its breath.Zevarion stood before Elyra, sword raised.The golden eyes looked directly at him.“Move aside.”Zevarion’s expression hardened.“No.”The voice did not rise.It did not need to.“I was not asking.”The ground beneath Zevarion cracked.Elyra caught his arm.“Zevarion.”He glanced at her.“I’m not moving.”“I know.”She stepped beside him.“Neither am I.”The golden eyes narrowed.“You still do not understand.”The Heart began to rotate slowly.The black crown above it spun in the air.“You have violated the First Law.”Aeliana stepped forward.“What law?”The answer echoed through the monastery.“Nothing created may choose its own belonging.”Silence.Victor blinked.“That is possibly the worst law I have ever heard.”Damien looked at him.“You've heard many laws?”“Not important.”The golden eyes turned toward Victor.“You speak without understanding.”Victor swallowed.“I

The One Who Created Her

The silver eyes inside the Heart did not blink.They simply watched.Elyra couldn't breathe.Something about those eyes felt familiar.Not like Zevarion.Not like Seraphine.Not like the First Mother.It felt like looking at the first light of a morning she had somehow lived through before.Zevarion stepped closer.“Elyra?”She didn't answer.The silver eyes moved.Slowly.From Elyra...to Zevarion...then to their joined hands.The circle of light between their palms began glowing.Seraphine backed away.“No.”The First Mother immediately turned toward her.“Seraphine?”The child shook her head.“He's awake.”“Who?” Damien asked.Seraphine whispered:“The Creator.”The Heart opened.Not like a door.Like an eye.Silver light poured across the chamber.Everyone shielded their faces.When the light faded, a man stood inside the Heart.He was dressed in simple white robes.No crown.No weapon.No visible power.He looked almost ordinary.That made him more frightening.His hair was silv

The First Mistake

The figure stepped through the crack.The temperature inside the chamber dropped instantly.The silver light surrounding the Heart dimmed.Even the Creator took a step backward.Elyra had never seen fear on his face before.Now she did.Pure fear.Zevarion noticed.“You know him.”The Creator didn't answer.The figure emerged completely from the darkness.He looked like a man.Tall.Pale.Dressed in black robes that seemed to absorb the light around him.His hair was dark, almost black.His eyes were silver.But unlike the Creator's eyes, there was nothing gentle in them.They were empty.Endless.He looked at the Creator.“Father.”The word echoed through the chamber.Seraphine froze.The First Mother closed her eyes.Aeliana whispered,“The Firstborn.”The figure smiled.“So someone remembers me.”The First Bearer stared at him.“You were erased.”“No.”He looked toward the First King’s shattered crown.“I was hidden.”The Creator stepped forward.“You were never supposed to return.

Beyond the world

The darkness outside the crack moved.Not like a creature.Not like smoke.It moved like something that had been waiting for the universe to become weak enough to notice it.The Heart Chamber trembled.Elyra instinctively reached for Zevarion's hand.He closed his fingers around hers immediately.Neither of them spoke.Across the chamber, Firstborn stood frozen, his silver eyes fixed on the darkness.For the first time since he had appeared, he looked afraid.The Creator stepped forward.“Firstborn.”The ancient being didn't look at him.“You should have never opened this boundary.”The Creator's expression tightened.“I didn't.”Firstborn finally turned toward him.“You did.”His voice was quiet.“You created me because of it.”The Hunger moved again.The crack widened by another inch.And somewhere beyond it came a sound.Not a roar.Not a scream.A whisper made from thousands of voices.“I remember.”Elyra's heart stopped.She looked at Seraphine.The girl was staring at the darkne

The Mark That Watched

The golden eye remained open.Nobody moved.Nobody even breathed properly.Zevarion stared at the symbol in the Heart.Then he felt something beneath his collar.A sudden burn.He pulled his shirt slightly away from his throat.Elyra saw it.Her face changed.“Zevarion…”He looked down.A tiny black mark had appeared beneath his Moon Sigil.An eye.Perfectly formed.And it was moving.Not physically.But somehow, it felt as though it was looking back at him.Elyra grabbed his wrist.“Does it hurt?”“A little.”“Let me see.”She touched the mark.The moment her fingers met his skin, the black eye disappeared.Zevarion looked at her.“What did you do?”“I didn't do anything.”The mark suddenly appeared again.This time, beneath Elyra's silver circle.She pulled her hand back.“It moved.”Firstborn slowly stood.His body still carried cracks of silver light from his encounter with The Hunger.“It isn't a mark.”Everyone looked at him.“It is a doorway.”Father Benedict's expression harde

Alle Kapitel von Veil Of A Secret Vow: Kapitel 191 – Kapitel 195

The debt

The One Who Created Her

The First Mistake

Beyond the world

The Mark That Watched