Black Veil Long Novels & Stories

He was going to find out Nimue's plan. He just prayed that she was still alive but knowing Zephyr, the chances were slim. ************ Bellona's face was blistered and her eyelids swollen, nearly shut. Her black long hair fell to the front, covering her face as her head hanged forward. She was tied to an electric chair in the dungeon and she looked so worn out. Her cries came from deep within her chest, her throat was parched and her lips chapped. She tried to speak and her lips quivered but no sound came from her throat.

I knew I was going to hell. My name is Olivia. Think of a beautiful lady of 22 yrs, elegant and charming in appearance like the roses of the valley. The worst thing I hate is trouble because I have a delicate heart and never had it crossed my mind to ever hurt a fly but here I am, behind a Hilux with cuffs on my wrists while a chain engulfed my ankles like a criminal. Looking beside me, I saw men dressed in army uniform at my both sides, handling a deadly rifle which they would use to send any unfortunate being to an early grave. None of them were smiling. They look scary and fear grips my fragile heart.

The moment his skin met the pendant, his entire body stilled. Not just surprise. Shock. His fingers curled around the delicate chain, and his expression turned unreadable. No more than that. Haunted. His breathing quickened. His grip on me tightened. His lips parted slightly as if words failed him. Then, just before everything went black, I heard him whisper so low, so raw “Maybe I am done searching…”

“I just really hope this doesn’t end with me getting shot or kidnapped or both.” “If he tries either, he dies,” Cole said with absolute certainty. A black SUV pulled into the garage from the opposite entrance, moving slowly, and Hart’s heart rate spiked hard enough that he was pretty sure Cole felt it through the bond. The SUV stopped about twenty feet away, and a man stepped out, alone. Marcus Veil looked exactly like someone who’d spent decades hunting supernatural creatures, all lean muscle and calculated movements and eyes that tracked everything like a predator. He was maybe mid-fifties, with grey streaking through dark hair, and when he looked at Hart, his expression was complicated in

The letter was already in my room when I lit the candle. I hadn’t heard a knock. One moment I was alone with the rain against the window; the next, an envelope waited on my desk as if it had grown there. Black wax, sealed with a crest of two ravens circling a red moon. My name—Miss Evelyn Blackthorne—written in a hand that knew too much about me. I broke the seal. You seek truths the living won’t name. Come to Whitestone Castle before the full moon wanes. At the foot of the Carpathians you will be met. The road is long. The night longer.

The war should have ended. But something far older had just awakened. And somewhere in the darkness beyond the Veil… something was watching. 🌙

Naturally. Instinctively. The others followed. The darkness swallowed them one by one. And somewhere ahead, beyond centuries of secrets and lies, someone was waiting. Someone who had spent ten years hiding the truth. Someone who had murdered Zevarion's mother. Someone who had finally run out of places to hide.

“That you ever loved. That you ever howled under a moon that listened.” Seraphina stepped forward. “Why Blackveil? Why now?” Silas looked up at her then, and in his eyes was something she hadn’t seen before—not mystery, not mischief. Despair. “Because this place was never a sanctuary,” he said. “It was a vault.” She stilled. “A vault for what?” He touched the mark on his back. “Not for what... for who.”

I frowned in confusion but did what En just said. My eyes went wide as I saw a somewhat humanoid figure. It was massive and taller than any mountains I have seen. Its body was rotting and some of its flesh had fallen off. Its head was like a tree but withered and black goo was seeping out like sap from a tree. A large mouth was located near its abdomen, it whispered and howled incoherently, eyes dotted all over its body, some had rotted off while others were crying the same black goo that was seeping out of its head. The black goo pooled near its feet as it slowly turned into the miasma.