A Game Of Veils Novels & Stories

"I think they will. I tried to persuade my friends to stop this madness, as I could not trust the new girl who suggested such a game to us. But, they refused to listen, and I get yelled back because of that." Maisarah abruptly stands. "Let's go. We should stop those brats before it's too late." "You mean..." "A game or not, you should never let your curiosity overwhelmed you. There are better things to do to prove their point! This college is a dangerous place. If they play those cursed games in another place, I will probably let them off. But, do you know where is this? This is Astana Bintang, one of the places where vile and wicked creatures reside! Do they want to start the chain of a cur

I am seriously regretting this game I started. There is nothing I can do tonight, so I slowly rise from the hard floor and dust myself off. I eat a light dinner and make a cup of hot tea. Next, I head upstairs to take a long bath. I begin filling the clawtooth tub with warm water and add in some of my favorite rose bath oils before lighting candles around the room. This is my sanctuary and exactly what I need right now. I lean my head back and breathe in the rose and amber from the candles as Frank Sinatra’s smooth melodic voice fills the room. I was just about to drift off to sleep when suddenly I felt a shift in the atmosphere. Power, raw angry power was headed my way. I see no point in ge

Then stopped as if remembering something. " But if he's called off the bet, how the hell are we going to know if he really has feelings for you?" She asked. I pondered on it for a while and thats when I smirked. " Just because a player quits doesn't mean the game's over." I said and stared ahead. Ariana watched me keenly. " And what do you have in mind?" She asked menacingly. I chuckled. " Its a game right?" " Right." " Then we keep on playing...." I said and glanced at her. She grinned wildly and hugged me tightly.

Logan clicked the remote, and suddenly, a transparent, glowing orb appeared in the middle of the city. It looked almost like something from an anime or a sci-fi film, as if a force field had enclosed the entire city. Inside the orb, images began to form—buildings, shops, schools, streets. The city's history slowly unfolded in front of their eyes. First, thirty years ago, then twenty years ago, ten years ago, and finally, present-day Ashenford. The city's rapid development played out before them, evoking memories of the past and leaving everyone in awe.

The dust of the clone began swirling upward, forming symbols in the air — words written in fire. THE VEIL IS COMING. And then, darkness.

It was a labyrinth—a complex, winding path that led to a central, hidden chamber. ​"He’s learning to hide the center in plain sight," Emiliano whispered, a look of profound, terrifying pride on his face. ​The Valenti family had survived the past, secured the present, and were now actively molding the future. The transactional marriage had become a monolith, and under the watchful eyes of the Architect and the Master Builder, the Heir was learning that the greatest wall is the one the enemy doesn't even realize they are standing outside of.

Sharona POV: Mel arrogance still lingers in the air. I resist the urge to sneer. Stepping closer, my voice dipping into something softer, something more dangerous. "The Veil of Balance is not some tale," I say, my finger tracing the ancient runes embroidered into my cloak. "It is the threshold between this world and the next, where life and death intertwine." "Okay," Mel asks crossing her arms, "what does this have to do with Alessia?" I let out a quiet laughter."Everything!"

Seraphina pressed her palm to the stone gate hidden behind a deadfall of ice. “Remembra.” The rock cracked. The door opened. And the past rushed in. --- The Veiled Archive wasn’t a library. It was a cavern of light and shadow, each wall etched with moments—moving images carved in slow fire. Not real. Not illusion. A blend of magic and memory held in place by something older than time. Faces flickered in the walls. The First Seer. Her mother. Kaelith. The rise of the Gate. The fall of the old flame cities.

“Because grief doesn’t always weaken. Sometimes... it makes you thirst for blood.” I walked into the war room. Tables strewn with maps, ancient scrolls. A portrait of the Moonveil family hung on the far wall. Silver eyes stared back from the canvas. And at the center... Willow. Young. Painted, but unmistakably Moonveil. Even in oil and pigment, her bloodline pulsed. “If he won’t come to me,” I said, “then we go to him.” Kael blinked. “Alone?” I smiled. “Of course not. I’m bringing a gift.”