Behind The Veil Novels & Stories

Before going i saw my reflection in the mirror and whispered to myself, “Damn, your girl looks so fine. I’m not about to play with this position.” In about 10 minutes, I arrived at Vans and Sterling Company — and boy, this place was flashy. From the security men dressed in all black uniforms who happily opened the doors for me, to the gleaming polished floors and sky- high walls, I instantly knew I hit the jackpot with this position. “Thank you, Jesus,” I whispered under my breath, fully aware that it was only through Him that I had gotten this spot.

He slides in first, leaving the door open. I climb in. Blue stays outside, leaning against the hood, her arms crossed. Torres doesn't waste time. He pulls a slim folder from the seat beside him and sets it on his knee. "The veil," he begins, "is the barrier between the living realm and the Underworld. It's not solid. It's more like a membrane. For centuries it's been thinning in places, letting spirits slip through. Possessions, hauntings, and power leaks. Your husband is one of the worst leaks."

I had seen enough of the north during the war to know the old stories hadn't invented everything. I'd seen a dead wolf continue running after its heart had been torn out. I'd seen men attack their own commanders with empty eyes and wake hours later sobbing because they remembered nothing. At the time, we'd called it northern magic. Now, after Ellian, after Ember's mark, after hearing a stranger speak through my bond with my wife, I wondered how much of what we'd encountered had been something else entirely. "The Veil was raised to contain it," Athena continued. "Not perfectly though."

He doesn’t move, but there’s a subtle tilt of his head. Your call. Right. “No more half-answers,” Aria adds. My wolf rumbles. Good. I drag a hand down my face, then look back at her. “Alright,” I say. “Then listen carefully.” She nods once. “The Veil isn’t just… some abstract thing we use to stay hidden,” I begin. “It’s not just about keeping humans and hunters from knowing we exist.” Her brow furrows slightly as she listens. “It’s more than that,” I continue. “It shapes how the world overlaps.”

The war room came back into focus, the relic’s glow dimming once more. Mike found me moments later, my breathing still uneven from the vision. His sharp eyes immediately honed in on my face. “What happened?” I hesitated, unsure how to explain. “The relic… it showed me something. A fortress, Tom, and a woman. She’s holding something powerful. And they’re planning to bring down… something called the veil.” Mike’s expression hardened. “The veil? That’s ancient lore. It separates our realm from… others.” “Others?” Jessica’s voice cut in as she entered the room, her brows furrowed. “What kind of others?”

And yet, he had no choice but to play along. The ceremony dragged on, with them exchanging reluctant “I do’s” much to Benedict and Dorothea’s relief. When the officiant instructed Jaxon to lift the veil, his heart slowed. The moment of truth. Jaxon’s hands were steady as he reached for the delicate fabric. A hush descended over the room as if the very walls were holding their breath. He lifted the veil, the silk whispering against his fingers, and revealed— Her. Her. Kallista Jones.

Elara staggered backward, gasping. Kael turned to her, his golden eyes burning. “Now do you understand?” he said quietly. “The Veil isn’t just a place. It’s a predator.” Elara did understand. Because for a moment—she had wanted to believe. And if she had taken just one step closer… it would have devoured her whole. She clenched her fists, swallowing the lump in her throat. “We need to get out of here,” she whispered. Kael nodded. “Then we’d better start figuring out what the Veil really wants.”

I asked. “Yes, My queen.” She whimpered as I nodded with a smile. “Shall we continue with the journey?” I asked and then she started walking again, until she stopped in a large hall. They are just behind that veil. The Veil represent that fact that they don’t want disturbance. “Good.” I replied as I marched right to the veil and removed it, a choked cry arose from Faye but my attention was soley on the angry faces that were in front of me.

Solara’s pov A storm of scent— too sharp, too shallow, too artificial. I picked up all of that as we made our way into the human world. The veil happens to be an endless tunnel that takes you straight into their world. It looks abandoned and not functional from the outside world, but it is used as our passageway to the human world— Rumor has it that they are other veils. I was finally experiencing everything I’ve been reading in the books. Only that they didn’t mention the amazing scent of coffee they have here. The scent linger in the air much longer than it should and it fills my nostrils making my mouth watery.

The door that had unlatched swung wider. And from the threshold beyond, in a voice that sounded like music set free, something I couldn’t see whispered: “Bride.”