Born In The Veil Novels & Stories

Chapter 7 The Iron Gates of Bellagio Florezo The heavy iron gates of Bellagio did not open, they groaned, a deep,powerful screech of ancient metal parting like teeth to swallow us whole ​I sat in the back of the bullet proof Bentley, my fingers tracing the cold, smooth silk of my wedding gown, a dress that felt less like a garment and more like a veil. Outside, Lake Como extended out under a bruised, twilight sky, its dark waters uneasy against the sheer granite cliffs like a restless beast.

Rio. With the first aid box in her hand, Veil moves from her frozen state, tentatively closing the gap between us. Her scent is all I'm inhaling now. The sun coming through the windows casts a warm glow over her olive skin, her long, tangled chestnut hair sparkling like a halo. Despite looking a mess, a far cry from the elite daughter of Lady Nightsaw, once a commander in the realm's army, Veil still looks incredible. Now, I'm convinced the goddess took her time in creating Veil.

Hiding in borrowed clothes that still smelled faintly of blood and pine and desperate loyalty. That child's father had been a Veilfea, born of the forbidden union between a highborn Veilborn enforcer and the daughter of the fae queen who had dared to love beyond her court’s approval. Half Veilborn, half fae, he had been hated from the moment he drew breath: too powerful to ignore, too mongrel to accept. Shunned by his mother’s clan, Rejected by his father's, Bryan was forced to live with the veilborn. Watched every step of his existence, he learned early that survival meant disappearing even while standing in plain sight. And somehow, impossibly, he had done the one thing the Council feared

Talking about banal things entertained them and he was the one who did the shopping. Now he was gone and she had to go out to civilization to buy the basics. She stood in front of the mirror and stroked her cheek. She took the veil and placed it over her face. This was how Samay Fraga hid her face under the thin fabric, sheltering there a dark past and the fear of being captured, either by her partner or by the authorities. Therein lies the mystery of the veil. (...) Jacqueline helped Arthur take care of the baby with Nidia. Only the former knew that it was Sam's child since Arthur was very cautious about his girlfriend's affairs, especially since he no longer trusted Anabela.

A woman—my mother—crying beneath a blood moon, touching her belly like she already knew it held something not meant for the world. “You were never made,” the voice whispered. “You were chosen. The Elarian are not born—they are forged. From sacrifice. From imbalance. From prophecy.” Stars burst across the dark like fireflies. And then it came again— “The Veil remembers you.” The mark on my chest ignited with a fresh pulse of heat. And when I blinked— I was back. Lying on the glassy ground of the Veil, coughing, shaking. The shimmer of the gate still ahead. Gabriel groaned nearby, pushing himself to his feet.

He put it back on the shelf. He pulled another. The Veil is not a place, this one said. It is a space between. Between life and death. Between worlds. Between what is and what could be. To enter the Veil is to leave the self behind. To leave the body, the mind, the soul. To enter is to risk never returning. He set it aside. Another. Blood Magic: Origins and Applications. He opened it.

“Yes, my brother has some things to answer for, and I’ll call him shortly, but I wanted to apologise to you first. I am sorry that you have suffered so much in your life so far, and I am sorry that it must continue for a while yet.” Celine nods, sighing, “The Veil was created by my brother with good intentions, but people have free will, and we cannot interfere with that, even to save our children.” Luna looks so sad, and Celine moves to her side and places a hand on her arm,

"It was born. From the death of something ancient. Something powerful. Something that existed before the universe itself." "What?" "The veil is the remnant of a primordial being," he says. "A being of pure energy. Pure power. When it died, its body became the veil. Its consciousness became the ancient threat." I feel the weight of his words. "And the Receptors?" "Descendants of the being," he says. "Fragments of its power. You're not just connected to the veil—you're a part of it. You've always been a part of it." "And the mark on my hand?"

“I’m feeling better lately” “That’s good to hear” “Why? Is there something happening that I don’t know?” “I confirmed that the pills were poisonous and it was Zoe's mother who gave them to her” “Her mother?! That’s absurd!” “I know” How can such a person do that to their daughters? Only evil can urge you to do that! I felt sorry for Zae. “That means… she was dead?” It makes sense if that is why Dale reincarnated in her body! That’s what I’ve seen in movies. There’s a belief that when one dies, someone is born at the same time and that’s what happened to them.

Lydia glared at Adrian before forcing a strained smile toward her guest. "I'm so sorry, Mrs. Gillan. Please excuse the commotion." Lydia smiled awkwardly, then grabbed my arm and helped me to my feet. "She's the young woman I told you about. Her name is Claire Milton, the one the astrologer said has a healing presence." The moment I saw Susan's face, memories from my past life surged back. Her only son, Charlie Gillan, apparently died of cancer the night before my wedding. Her eyes were hollow with grief, but when she looked at me, a fragile spark of hope flickered within. She reached out and clasped my hand tightly.