Behind The Veil Novels & Stories

“This is the brand they were given when exiled.” “Exiled where?” She looks up. And then says, with a voice like thunder, rumbling just behind the clouds, “Beyond the Veil.” The idea sits in my chest like a weight. “What if that’s what’s happening now?” I ask. “What if the Veil isn’t failing because something’s breaking through, but because someone’s coming back?” Mom nods, slow and measured. “I’ve wondered the same thing.” “That thing Erik saw… it mimicked him.”

Year 3 Adelaide ‘The Veil, also known as a special portal that can only be created by the eyes of a Seer. Once such a portal is opened…’ Before I could read further, I felt a firm hand on my shoulder. A gasp left my mouth before I slammed the book shut. Knowing who the hand belonged to, I quickly turned around, facing Alaric, who stood behind me with a grin on his face.

Wish me luck. Now for a completely unrelated news, we all know that Behind Their Veneers is coming to an end; we have just two chapters left then the epilogue and I'm already so sad to let our favorite couple — Emerald and Jordan — go. (I just discovered that these two do not have a ship name, geez!)

Through the glacial veins she grew in their walls, she listened to the fearful whispers after every death and disappearance. A warrior who had molested her was caught in one of her traps. He pulled desperately at his foot encased in the blue of her veins. Toying with him, Loera giggled as she sent a towering whirlwind at him. “Who’s there?” “Today, you will die,” she whispered.

“Please take a shower.” Valerie was very relieved to hear the maid’s words. Her body felt sticky and she wanted to wear a normal dress, not an oversized robe that was only used to cover her nakedness. With careful steps she followed the maid, hoping even though she was a little disappointed in the end, because it turned out that the bathroom in the spacious room prevented Valerie from escaping. The bathroom was hidden behind a door that doubled as a bookcase on the wall. When the bookshelf is opened like a door, behind it there is a very large bathroom with elegant black marble domination.

My sworn enemy that they were bringing back to life and I was more bored than anything else. Gwynn chuckled. "Don't let the coldness of the veil lead you down a path towards death, champion. You would not enjoy the Underworld." I ran his words through my mind again. "The coldness of the veil?" Why did these guys all speak in riddles? He nodded. "The veil mutes all but the most intense of emotions. A form of stasis, of rest, it allows time to pass unnoticed." "So, really I'm freaking out. But since I'm in the veil it comes out as disinterest and boredom?" I asked.

"Sure." With a sudden burst of energy, Beverly lets out a loud scream, causing both men to run towards the parking lot. Seizing the opportunity, I dash towards the door as if my life depends on it. Pushing through, I finally find myself safely inside. I blend into the crowd, scanning eagerly for Valentina's dress amidst the sea of guests. Adjusting my mask, I secure it tightly to avoid any slip-off, preparing for the crucial moment ahead.

His dark hair fell into his eyes, but the way he looked at me—like he could see straight through my skin—made my breath hitch. “You shouldn’t be out here,” he said, stepping closer. “The Veil’s thin tonight.” “The what?” His jaw tightened. “You really don’t know.” It wasn’t a question. I crossed my arms. “Then maybe explain instead of speaking in creepy one-liners.” He hesitated, looking over his shoulder like he expected something to leap out of the shadows. “The Veil is what keeps… them out. It’s not supposed to show you things unless—” He stopped himself, eyes narrowing. “What did you see?”

“No—no, that’s not them. That’s—” Draven pulled her behind him, shielding her with his arm even as the air bent around the being. The earth cracked beneath its feet, every step radiating heat and static that distorted the Vale. The mountains themselves began to hum, deep and resonant, as if remembering something buried beneath their bones. “The Veil is choosing,” Kairis gasped, horror dawning. “It’s rewriting what it lost.” The creature’s gaze flicked toward her, and for an instant its face split — Kael’s profile against Rhovan’s shadow, flickering like two images caught in the same reflection.

I fell backward into Kale’s arms, breath stolen. “Bianca!” “They were here before us,” I managed. “And they want us to continue , past the Veil.” >>>>>> Return to the Hall By nightfall the Veil still pulsed on the horizon, pale and patient. We rode back under streaks of violet. Inside the Hall, torches trembled against stone. Serena stood waiting, hand on the twin-crescent blade. “They were our predecessors,” I said, voice rough. “The Veil holds their memory and something sealed beneath. A pulse older than our stormline.”