Born In The Veil Novels & Stories

After hours of waiting, a nurse comes out of the room in a hurry, causing my chest to beat fast. “How is mother and child?” “They are both doing well. She just gave birth to a beautiful baby girl.” Valentina and I leap for joy, feeling elated about the news. “Can we go see them?” Valentina inquires. “Not yet. We will let you know when. I have to run along now.” “Thank you very much.” “I'm an uncle, babe,” I say, lifting Valentina into the air. We wait patiently for the time we will be permitted to see both mother and child.

The veil held the promise of untold knowledge, of answers to the questions that had haunted them throughout their journey. Valen's voice was a whisper, filled with both caution and curiosity. "This is the Veil of Temporal Convergence—an ancient artifact that holds the key to unraveling the mysteries of time."

I could see she was in the living room reading her usually thick book. Once I entered the house I bypassed mom and rushed to my room locking the door behind me before placing him on my bed. The vile was warm as I had held on to it a little too tightly in my hand. The blue brightness of it swirled as I looked at it before popping the top off. *here we go, cross your fingers we can trust him* Vampires and wolves were always at war with one another, we believed that they were the cause of the curse many moons ago, the curse that made all firstborns die after one single breath.

Was this what it pays to be an Alpha'? My father never told me everything I needed to know. He kept hiding secrets from me telling me that the Moon Goddess requests for their sacrifices. But I had enough. No explanation could fill in the void in my heart. This, I felt, was how Villains were born. Suddenly, I began to feel my head ache seriously. I guess I was pretty tired from a rough day. It worsened. My whole body hurt as well. Lily wasn't here to treat me. I was alone.

The brightness of the morning sun shone through my window as I stood in sharp contrast to the chill that was beginning to settle in my chest. I gazed at the ceiling, I could hear the city's subtle hum awakening all around me. My mind was a whirlpool of feelings that I couldn't quite put my finger on. I would put on the bride-to-be mask, answer boring questions, and smile for the cameras today. I wasn't just any Fiancée, but the a Presley's bride"

“I didn’t follow you in here just to watch you die, Kael!” The Gate trembled in response to her defiance. The silvery fissures in the sky flickered, hissing like serpents. A voice, ancient and raw, poured through the space between them. “One carries the Veil. The other bears the Flame. The union seals the Lock… but only sacrifice sets it free.” Kael’s shoulders sagged. “The Veil…” he murmured. “That’s you. You’re the descendant of the Hollowed Ones.” “And you?” she asked.

A shadow coils around his heart, visible beneath his skin. “Stop!” you scream. **“The Veil requires a life,”** she croons. **“His… or theirs.”** The dagger hums in your hand, its edge singing with power.

part of her felt jealous of the eighteen-year-old pups. When it was her time to shift, her father had gone out on a mission; and because she wasn't okay with having Maera around, she had to run away for that night. Finally, the kids stood bare beneath The moon Goddess, just like when they were born. Her gaze got brighter and brighter, sending a pleasurable chill down Seraphine's spine. She wasn't the only one. Everyone underneath the full moon felt the same way. Seraphine couldn't help but glance at Elara, Theon, Alaric, and the other warriors who formed the circle that the Younglings were in. Alaric had asked her and Elara to stay in the tent while being watched by Theon. "It could get dan

And yet, he had no choice but to play along. The ceremony dragged on, with them exchanging reluctant “I do’s” much to Benedict and Dorothea’s relief. When the officiant instructed Jaxon to lift the veil, his heart slowed. The moment of truth. Jaxon’s hands were steady as he reached for the delicate fabric. A hush descended over the room as if the very walls were holding their breath. He lifted the veil, the silk whispering against his fingers, and revealed— Her. Her. Kallista Jones.

Olivia’s breath caught. Her vision blurred. Her knees buckled, And right before she hit the floor, A second heartbeat pulsed inside her. Then a third. Then a fourth. Her stomach tightened painfully as the air exploded with energy. The last thing she heard was the unified whisper of countless souls, “The vessel awakens.” The unborn child pulses with multiple heartbeats, each one belonging to a different Bloodbound soul waiting to be reborn…