Behind The Veil Novels & Stories

"You'll have to enter the veil, and retrieve the Serpent's eye from its resting place. This, you will do while you try to... resist the veil's attempt to trap your consciousness permanently." "The veil?" I leaned back as I asked, curious to know. "Yes, the veil," she answered. "It's a vast space between this reality and the spirit world, something far extraordinary than what the mind can picture." "And what could go wrong?" I asked, feeling my heart throb against my chest heavily. I felt my blood rush through my veins like a wild storm, already sweating profusely as though I had stepped into the veil itself. "If you fail, your body, mind, soul, and spirit becomes a property of the veil. You

“There’s an older force buried beneath these runes. Something that was sealed for a reason.” Aria’s eyes stayed locked on the flames. Inside them, she saw… him. Not clearly. Not fully. But a shape. Tall. Cloaked in black fire. A crown of burning branches curled around his head like a forest set ablaze. His voice echoed in her ribs. “You lit the door when you touched the flame.” She whispered, “The King Behind the Veil.” Kael froze at the words, turning toward her even as blood dripped from his lip. “You said his name.”

But the original plans, yellowed, brittle—told a different story. There was a sublevel beneath the clinic. Not the archives. Not the morgue. A wing sealed decades ago. Labeled simply: Ward Zero. And next to it, handwritten in red ink: No mirrors. No music. No light. Adrien felt the weight of that warning sink into his bones. Something was coming undone. And Mila was the key.

I sat up, rubbing my throbbing temples, and walked to the window, pulling aside the heavy velvet curtains. Outside, a blizzard raged, blanketing the world in a chaotic swirl of white. And in that whiteness stood a solitary black figure. Daemon was wearing a thin black cashmere coat, completely covered in snow. A layer of frost coated his hair and eyebrows. He stood there, rigid, his gaze locked on the faint light of my bedroom window. I sighed, opened a black umbrella, and walked out into the swirling snow. The moment Daemon saw me, his lips already purple from the cold, he spoke with desperate haste.

Amina's voice lowered. “Why?”. The woman's gaze darkened. Because "what's left there changes with the Veil.". The fire dimmed. First stars started to appear outside, And somewhere far away—. Something howled. At moonrise—. Behind the dwelling, a forest was cut open. A light staircase strode down into the darkness.

They always do. They part just enough to let me through. Then seal again behind me. Hidden. Untouchable. Safe. This is what’s left of us. Not a pack. Not what we used to be. But wolves— Alive. Because of them. Because of the witches. The clearing opens slowly, structures hidden between trees, reinforced and carefully maintained, smoke rising faintly from one side where fires burn low and controlled. Movement shifts instantly. They feel me before they see me. Then they see her.

He told them it was the mark of the "Sanctuary of the Veiled." Laila felt a flicker of recognition. She remembered a story her nanny used to tell her a fairy tale about a group of wolves who were so beautiful they had to hide their faces behind silk veils to keep the world from going blind. She had always thought it was a story about vanity, but now she realized it was a coded myth. She told them the story, her voice low in the cramped space. She said the "Veiled" weren't beautiful; they were radiant. They were Silverbacks who hadn't been warriors, but healers and scholars.

I was to pretend this affair didn't exist and do nothing to stop them. Something wrapped its arm around my throat. I tore the contract into shreds. Nathaniel had kept the affair a secret for five whole years. That was something I didn't see coming. … It happened one night when I came home—three months had passed since our wedding. The first thing that greeted my eyes was a house turned upside-down. I saw torn clothes, undergarments, and questionable stains all over the ground. I walked into my bedroom. That was where I found Nathaniel in bed, naked with another woman. The scene hit me like a sledgehammer.

One of them was stirring now, drawn by the disruption of the balance. It was called the Veil. A force of illusion and deception, it fed on confusion and mistrust. It had been sleeping for millennia, sealed away by the creators. But the battle against the darkness had weakened the seals, and now the Veil was beginning to seep into the world. Alina gathered the Light Bearers in the temple, their faces grave. "We face a new threat," she announced. "The Veil. An ancient force of illusion and deception. It feeds on confusion and mistrust, and it's been waking since our battle against the darkness."

he said urgently. I blinked in confusion and snapped my gaze at him. “Veil? What Veil?” He did not slow down. He started pulling me forward quickly, and Cane followed right beside us. “Did you think Obsidian Veil was just an ordinary name?” Caden asked without looking at me. “I don’t know,” I said honestly. “Nobody explained anything to me properly.” “There is a Veil,” he said. “A barrier that hides this place from human eyes. It keeps the world separated. What you see here is only visible because you have been brought inside the protected territory.”