A Game Of Veils Novels & Stories

“Great. Creepy name, creepy vibes, and no escape plan. I’m loving this already.” Callan moved silently beside Emma, their glowing eyes scanning the mist that clung to the trees like a living thing. “The Veil is said to be a place where reality is thin. The balance is fragile here, even without a fracture. Be cautious. The force will exploit every weakness it can find.” Emma felt the key pulsing in her hand, its energy both guiding and grounding her. “Let’s not give it the chance.” As they approached the plateau, the air grew colder, the mist thickening into a dense fog that muffled even their footsteps. The hum of the key grew louder, almost painful, and Emma’s grip on it tightened.

“You have no idea.” “No idea about what?” Valentina inquires, appearing right behind us with a plate of small chops. “How wonderful it is to be surrounded by loved ones,” Giovanni responds. “That’s a lie. He’s lying,” I confess before trying to distract her from the topic. “Grab your partners because we are about to play a game,” Chiara announces. I hold onto Valentina while everyone looks for a partner, screaming in excitement. “You all will be handed a bag of plastic blocks. You have to build this house on the placard in my hands as instructed by the manual. The first set of group to finish takes home a new Maserati, courtesy of Mrs. Matteo.”

"To Tiberius, we pay respect, His legacy, we now protect. In mountain cave, the secrets kept, By flickering flames, they are swept." Wild roses bloom, the air imbued, Mountain laurel, our spirits wooed. In summer's grace, our journey start, Within this chamber, the Veil departs. "United now, we sway as kin, Veil's embrace, a rite within. The Eclipse Stone, its faint pulsation, Marks our path of transformation." ​ "Ancient words on whispers ride, In Veil's Embrace, the veils untied.

she said, stepping toward the edge of the platform. Beneath them, the depths yawned open — layer after layer of translucent shadow, stitched together by flickering veins of gold. The core of the Veil had always been dark, silent, predictable. Now it shimmered like molten glass, its form shifting in ways no reaper had ever witnessed. The others hesitated as she raised her scythe. The weapon’s blade pulsed once in acknowledgment, its edge bleeding faint golden light — the same hue that had seared across the Citadel.

I open my eyes and take the card out of the blinding glow, and as my brain registers the card it looks blank, but I do as tradition states, spin around and hold it in the air for all to see. The gasps and the yelling starts, and I don’t understand why, so I bring the card down to my eye level and watch it. The card is black with what looks like six white silhouettes on it. There are colors beginning to swirl within each of the white silhouettes. Glancing up I see six figures walking toward me, but I can’t make out who they are. “Mistress to the Veil! The whore and her men must be sacrificed! You know the law! Kill the betrayers!”

My wolf prowled restlessly beneath my skin, ears pricked toward the far-off sounds that didn’t quite belong to this world. “The Veil,” I whispered. “We’re inside it.” Kael looked at me, his face pale under the dim, shimmering light. “Then we’re standing between realms.” “Yeah,” I said quietly, my voice barely holding steady. “And whatever Nikolai unleashed… it’s somewhere in here.” We began walking, each step echoing in ways that didn’t make sense, too loud, too hollow, as though the Veil itself was listening. After a while, we came across ruins, fragments of old Viremont, twisted and suspended midair like ghosts of the city that used to be. Street signs bent into impossible shapes. Windows

“Don’t get distracted, Evelyn. Keep your head!” “I know!” she snapped, but her voice wavered as her gaze fixed on the beast’s glowing eyes. It wasn’t just a predator—it was watching her, anticipating her moves, almost taunting her with its awareness. The clearing seemed to shrink as the creature closed in again, claws scraping the earth with a metallic shriek. Kael met it head-on this time, teeth bared and claws extended. Evelyn felt the surge of his presence, the connection between them vibrating through her blood. She wanted to help, wanted to leap into the fray—but a voice, instinctual and sharp, whispered to her: wait. Observe. Learn.

And somehow, I had to navigate the delicate, dangerous lines drawn by Kael and Lucien—lines that could protect me, but just as easily destroy me. The sun dipped below the horizon, leaving a wash of crimson light across the palace. Shadows stretched and twisted, mirroring the uncertainty of what was to come. Somewhere out there, Veyris was watching, waiting. And I knew, with a cold certainty, that this was only the beginning. Because in the game of shadows, there were no safe players—only pieces, and I had just realized I was at the very center. ---

Far beyond the Hollow World’s heart, in a fortress carved from glass and shadow, a conclave of masked figures watched the spread of the bloom with unease. They were known only as The Veil wrights an old magical order that had once served under the banner of imperial sorcery, long before Mira and Saris ever split. To them, the Pact was not hope. It was instability. “Twenty-three blooms,” one murmured, voice distorted beneath his veil. “Each one diluting the pattern. We risk losing the thread of dominion entirely.” Another, taller and robed in mirrored armour, replied: “We can’t kill the blooms. But we can… frame them.”