Behind The Veil Novels & Stories

Their words are ingrained in my being. “Wait,” the intense voice says. The sound travels through me, and my eyes flutter close on their own accord. “What?” “The veil.” “What happened to it?” “Someone has breached it.” I peek through the little space, careful to keep my body out of view. I can’t see the one with the dark hair, the one who seems to have a particular aura oozing off him. He is standing with his back turned against me, his eyes trained on the other person.

“It will never forget you.” Arthur bares his teeth in a grin that is all promise and defiance. “Good,” he says. “Neither will we.” We step through the doorway together. Behind us, the Veil closes— Not like a prison. Like an eye that has just learned how to see.

But the true altar waited at the far end: a raised platform draped in black velvet, surrounded by seven robed figures—three men, four women—all naked beneath their open cloaks, bodies oiled and gleaming in the candlelight. At the center stood the Veiled One. Tall, broad-shouldered, face hidden behind a featureless black mask. Only the eyes were visible—golden, burning with an ancient hunger. Between his muscular thighs, his cock stood erect—thick, veined, already dripping with a shimmering violet fluid that caught the firelight. Liora’s breath caught in her throat. The circle began to chant—low, rhythmic, ancient words that vibrated through the stone floor and into her bones, resonating in h

Alice gasped when she realized she was at a dead end—she wasn’t a magician and therefore couldn’t disappear. However, there were three doors aligned in the VIP section. She hastily opened one of them and stepped inside. Her back pressed against the door as her mouth flew open in shock. Her eyes scrutinized the room—it was the luxury she couldn’t afford, even if she sold her kidney. She snapped out of her trance and quickly locked the door from the inside.

“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.

“It makes her the veil’s queen. But you’re the people’s.” Ewen added, “And now the veil wants to decide between you.” At midnight, I sat alone at the altar again, flame weaving through my fingers without thought The veil in front of me shimmered gently, calm for now I closed my eyes And whispered a single word “Why?” And the veil responded Not in words In visions I saw her Not a shadow Not a wraith A queen Seated on a throne carved from ribs and roses Wolves bent before her in silence, marked not by bond but by oath

As I finished my meditation and was about to went outside, a bad luck suddenly strike me. The door cannot be opened. I'm obviously locked! "Oh my god, oh my god!" I started panicking because I couldn't see my phone. How am I even gonna see it if I left it a while ago in our table! "Hello there?!" I started slamming the door non stop. "Is there anyone there? Please help me I'm locked!" I shouted loudly but the only response that I can hear is my echo.

After a moment of silence, she spoke softly, her voice filled with realization. "It says, 'Beyond the veil of time, where echoes resonate, her truth awaits.'" A shiver ran down my spine as the weight of those words sank in. Beyond the veil of time—the phrase echoed in my mind, conjuring images of ancient secrets and forgotten realms. Scarlett's truth awaited us there, but how were we to navigate this ethereal realm? Nathan's analytical mind sprang into action. "We need to find a way to access this realm, to step beyond the confines of our reality. There must be clues hidden within the temple, guiding us towards the means of traversing the veil of time."

The veil held the promise of untold knowledge, of answers to the questions that had haunted them throughout their journey. Valen's voice was a whisper, filled with both caution and curiosity. "This is the Veil of Temporal Convergence—an ancient artifact that holds the key to unraveling the mysteries of time."

It is a place of shifting energies and swirling mists, where reality itself seems to waver and bend. With a sense of trepidation mingled with hope, we stand before the Veil, its shimmering surface pulsing with an otherworldly glow. Levi takes the lead, his voice steady as he recites the incantation that will open the way to the realm of the Elders. As the last word leaves his lips, the Veil ripples and parts, like a curtain being drawn aside. A blinding light spills forth from beyond, bathing us in its radiant embrace. With a shared look of determination, we step through the threshold and into the realm of the Elders.