Behind The Veil Novels & Stories

BENEATH THE FACADE Behind the façade of wealth and power, a web of secrets awaits. Chapter 41 Caleb's POV: The first time I felt it—really felt it—we were sitting beneath the old neem tree behind Ava’s house. Just the three of us. Me. Ava. Alex. Like nothing had changed. Like time hadn’t pulled us in different directions and stitched new layers into our lives.

If he had finally gotten back his wife, his love and the mother of his daughter, then what about her, her love and their child, which was breathing inside her? What about Eizlina? If for him, she had always been just the veil of his first love, Ivara? What about her love, if she had always been The Veil Of Sinner?

The Veil was not only testing the crown but also the resolve of those who served it. Aera traversed the halls with silent grace, observing, listening, and guiding. The crown emitted a faint glow, illuminating subtle manipulations and revealing concealed threads of influence. Every misstep, every hesitation, every trace of apprehension was meticulously recorded and analysed, preparing for the day when the Veil’s network would be unveiled.

Even when he wasn’t near, the air felt arranged. By afternoon, I caught Violet standing outside the library, speaking to a maid in a low voice. The maid nodded too quickly. Violet’s gaze flicked up and landed on me instantly. as she’d known I’d come. That made my skin prickle. I walked toward her anyway. “What did you tell her?” I asked. Violet smiled. “Good afternoon, Hailey.” “I asked a question.” Her expression remained polite. “I reminded her of her duties.” I stepped closer. “And what are my duties? Breathing quietly? Staying pretty? Pretending I wasn’t dragged here?”

And I could see something else too, something behind my own eyes that hadn't been there before. A figure, standing just behind me, made of nothing but light. A veil, white and flowing, appeared out of nowhere and wrapped itself slowly around my body like a gown woven from something more than fabric. Thin material settled over my shoulders, weightless. A translucent veil drifted behind my head, moving gently even though there was no wind anywhere in this place to move it. I stared down at myself, not understanding any of it, my hands trembling as I took in what I'd become.

The room seemed to shrink. This wasn’t just about Noah. This wasn’t even about the kiss-that-almost-was. It was what she’d unleashed in the moment she snapped. Hiraya paced once, then turned back, eyes wide and shimmering with a clairvoyance she didn’t want. “They felt you,” she said. “All of them. Everything that waits on the other side of the veil for a Sombra to slip.” Her voice trembled. “You didn’t send a call. But you leaked it. And now the dark knows where you are.”

Beautiful. I opened my eyes and looked at the Veil tear hovering before us. It was worse than I expected. The wound stretched twenty feet across, edges ragged and bleeding darkness into reality. Through it, I could see... nothing. Not blackness, not emptiness, but the absence of everything. A void where existence simply stopped. "Ancestors," Astrid breathed.

And instead of retreating somewhere safe, I came here, where safety was a suggestion, and the past lived under lock and trigger-spell. I ran my fingers along the edge of a forgotten shelving unit, brushing dust from an inscription etched so faintly it barely existed. A Thornveil containment sigil. Meant to hold cursed artifacts or experimental relics too unstable for standard vault storage. It should’ve been inert. It looked inert. But there was residue. Faint. Fresh. Someone had touched it recently. Someone who knew how to bypass the wards without triggering a defense flare. Someone careful. Precise. I crouched low and traced the lower seam of the panel that had been carved into. It wasn’t

She traced it with her finger. "The Door of Veils." Lucius leaned over her shoulder. "What does it mean?" She read aloud. "A passage between the living world and the realm beyond the Shadow." He stared at the page. "And what happens if it opens?" She turned another page. Her face changed. "Nothing." "Nothing?" "There's no record." "Why?" "Because everyone who supposedly witnessed it died." The room went cold. Then every candle went out. All of them. At once.

Ariana Vance agrees to a paper marriage to Damon Sterling — the ruthless, untouchable billionaire — to save her family’s collapsing empire. The deal is simple: two years as his perfect, obedient wife, then a quiet divorce. No feelings. No expectations. No love. But Damon isn’t the cold, heartless man the world sees. Behind his icy armor lies a man scarred by loneliness and burdened by a dangerous legacy. As Ariana slowly unravels the layers of the man beneath the mask, the line between pretense and reality begins to blur. Late-night conversations, quiet glances, and moments of unexpected tenderness awaken something in both of them — a connection neither can deny, nor afford to keep. Ju