Born In The Veil Novels & Stories

If he had finally gotten back his wife, his love and the mother of his daughter, then what about her, her love and their child, which was breathing inside her? What about Eizlina? If for him, she had always been just the veil of his first love, Ivara? What about her love, if she had always been The Veil Of Sinner?

“Start talking. Who was the Gatekeeper?” The spirit turned toward the others. One by one, the spirits circled us, their forms flickering. “She was the first Veil Seer,” the woman began. “Born when the two realms first touched. Human and wolf. Mortal and something more. She could hear the dead… and the old gods.” Andrew tensed beside me. “Old gods?” “She was the bridge. She was chosen to keep the realms separate. To keep the god of the Blood Moon sealed.” I shook my head. “Why me? I’m no one special.”

But this was no whisper. This was a scream. The vision had not been a gentle unfolding of possibility, no drifting veil of futures yet to be. It was a brutal unveiling, a tearing away of all that was safe. The Veil—shimmering, invisible, ever-present—was not merely thinning. It was tearing.

"I was born to break cages. So I'm breaking them. All of them. The ones they built. The ones I built. The ones we didn't know were there." I turned to face the circle. To the gargoyles weeping black tears. To the walls breathing their ancient breath. To the Abyss that waited beyond the veil of the world. "Snap the seal." I commanded. But I didn't need Sera to do it. I was the seal. I was the key. I was the door and the hand that opened it. I reached out and tore the veil. The veil didn't just tear. It unraveled.

Beautiful. I opened my eyes and looked at the Veil tear hovering before us. It was worse than I expected. The wound stretched twenty feet across, edges ragged and bleeding darkness into reality. Through it, I could see... nothing. Not blackness, not emptiness, but the absence of everything. A void where existence simply stopped. "Ancestors," Astrid breathed.

BOUND BY THE VEIN CONTENT WARNING This novel contains material intended for mature audiences only (18+). It includes themes and scenes involving: Graphic violence Blood and feeding Sexual content Obsession and psychological manipulation Power imbalance and coercive dynamics Death and dark supernatural horror elements 🚫Reader discretion is strongly advised. COPYRIGHT/DISCLAIMER This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, organizations, places, and events are either the product of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

A choice. She lifted her hand, silver light swirling across her palm like a tide pulling back. “A Beacon Awakened,” she murmured. Not curiosity. Recognition. She turned toward the north, toward the storm writhing above the Ashford border. Another pulse hit. Not celestial. Human. Her lips curved, subtle and sharp. “She has chosen.” Around her, the ancient beings she birthed from shadow and night bowed low. Miles away, the Tikbalang froze, trembling.

Charlie stepped toward it and felt her skin prickle, the same electric pressure she felt before a storm breaks. "What is that?" she whispered. "A ward," Wren said. "My mother specializes in them." "You didn't mention she's a witch." "She's not." Charlie gave him a look. "Wren, this is witch behavior." "She's... something else." Before she could demand clarification, Wren lifted his hand and pressed his palm to the veil. The barrier rippled like disturbed water, then parted, revealing a narrow passage of swirling silver light. Wren gestured. "After you."

"The day you were born, the Veil opened." Ariana frowned. "Why?" "Because you were born with a connection to it." "I thought the Veil created me." "It did." Her mother shook her head. "But it used something that already existed." Ariana stared at her. "What?" "You." --- The Star King smiled. "Finally." Kael moved closer to Ariana. "Let her speak." The Star King looked at him. "Do you really think you can protect her from this?" Kael's expression hardened.

A word that was never supposed to come out of my mouth, but I was very tired. It seems like the whole situation is never going to end, if the one person in the dark doesn't come out or die, and at this point, I'll be happy to sacrifice my life for the problem if need be. But then.. Velise raised a hand and touched my chest..right there in my heart. “She’s always been with you, Ember. But the gate was very thin. The veil is cracking. And Kaila is ready to rise.” She stepped backward quickly A rush of wind howled through the forest before I could utter a word, like something was moving close to me.