Behind The Veil Novels & Stories

Ann was seething, “You have such nerves trying to dictate my life for me_,” He was no longer listening to what Ann had to say as his eyes moved past Ann to rest on the brown haired lady that was standing in front of a cafe but that wasn't what called his attention to her, it was the scar on her back. He turned away from Ann and pushed the door open, getting out of the car. “Where to?” Ann called after him, stepping out of the car. Lucas crossed the road until he was standing before the lady with the scar. They both stared at each other wordlessly.

Behind you, the cavern implodes, the Priestess’s shrieks swallowed by the void. “What did you do?” Ryland rasps. “Bought time,” you snap. The dagger still glows in your hand, its heat searing your skin. *Too late to regret it now.* The tunnel slopes upward, the air thickening with the scent of rot. Selene freezes. “Mommy… it’s *here*.” The Veil. It pulses ahead, a gaping wound in reality—a swirling vortex of shadows and static. Faces press against its surface, mouths stretched in silent screams. Wolves. Humans. *Things* that defy shape.

Though I'm pretty sure Midnight can handle us all alone. After a few minutes, we finally arrived outside their uncle's office. I gently knocked on the door and called him out, "Sir? It's Zen. I'm with your nieces right now. May we come in?". The door opened, and the person who came into our view wasn't the boss but instead his Secretary, Vera Williams. She smiled at us, then bowed at the sight of Midnight and Zithea. Well, they're pretty much like the heirs.

I tried to get up once again, but he simply tightened his grip. ''Good thing you came then, isn't it? What did you find?'' He asked, completely ignoring me. ''Let's not discuss it here. The walls have ears'' She said, opening a void portal. Hades stood up, carrying me in a bridal style. He stepped into the portal, and we ended up in what appeared to be another one of his libraries, different from his study. And I was in complete awe. 'I bet there are thousands of mythological books' I thought, I looked around as much as I could while Hades carried me.

"Let's trust in the bond that transcends the cosmic dance." With resolve, we delved deeper, the veil unfolding its cosmic secrets. The celestial voice whispered, "Guardians, the revelations within the veil may redefine your narrative. Confront the illusions, for within the cosmic unknown, unity remains your guiding star." And as the cosmic currents led us through the heart of the veil, the revelations awaited, promising to either strengthen the threads that bound us or unravel the intricacies of our intertwined destinies.

"Elara… look." I did. Across the horizon, the Veil wasn’t just pulsing now—it was tearing. Thin cracks of black light crawled down from the sky, splitting the clouds open. Through them, I saw movement—colossal, slow, and deliberate. Shapes. Too vast to be named. The kind of things the gods buried when they still feared the dark. Julian’s voice was almost a whisper. "It’s waking up." I turned to him. "What is it?" He looked at me—terrified, reverent. "The thing beneath the Veil. The first one. The reason it was sealed."

The wind whispered secrets through the leaves overhead. But all I could focus on was the burning in my chest where the mate bond anchored itself to my soul. "Tell me about the veil," I said as we ran. "It's a tear in reality," Marcus explained between breaths. "A place where the mortal realm and the shadow realm overlap. Supposedly, it only appears during certain cosmic alignments." "And Maeve can open it?" "She can widen it enough for you to pass through," Marcus said. "But the crossing is dangerous. Most people who attempt it don't survive."

After all, not every epiphany deserves forgiveness, right? Then one day, I caught something on TV that sent chills down my spine. The mental hospital I was in was in the news: a scandal broke out. Staff were arrested for a laundry list of horrors: embezzlement, violence, severe patient abuse, and some were even accused of human experimentation, organ trafficking, and murder. The worst of them were facing the death penalty. The memories of pain I buried came flooding back. I took deep breaths, trying to steady my racing heart.

, folding my arms over my chest, he ignored sipping his wine like he didn't care as always, I got angry, giving him a stern look and decided to Walk way heading over to the stairs, I felt the urge to speak, I turned fixing my gaze on him, “You were the one that asked me to pose as a biographer, and I'm doing my job, I'm taking it bit by bit, how do you expect me to force his dark veil to be shown huh?” I spat angrily, not minding what comes with it, my heart was filled with pain, rage. I want to spill my mind, just when I had said my mind, Hillary burst into a loud laughter, “ You're wasting my time, go ahead and scream,” He said, his face showed anger, he glared at me, “You don't ever appre

Rhea rolled her eyes. He stepped back, lifted both arms, and began to chant. The air split. The ground cracked. The far wall shimmered with impossible light—neither color nor shadow, but something in between. The Veil opened like a wound, rippling outward, its edges dripping with liquid silence. Virex turned once more, his eye gleaming like a dying star. “Ready your souls,” he said, and then he smiled wider. “Because we are about to walk through the lie that built the world.”