Born In The Veil Novels & Stories

“Your mother walked your lands long before you were born, Cael.” He stiffened. “Then she really was the one who sealed the Veil.” “Yes,” Eleanor said. “And she sacrificed more than you know.” Lyra forced herself forward. “Tell me. Please.” Her grandmother took a deep, steadying breath. “When your mother first crossed the Veil, she found a world filled with powerful light—ancient, alive, woven through everything. But she also discovered the opposite: shadows born from that same light made corrupt. The Hollowborn. The Shadow King himself.”

"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

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.

"It doesn't matter. This is a lesson. I'll teach you to never lay a hand on them!" My baby was going to die because of this monster. I wailed and begged, "I'm sorry! I shouldn't have done that, but the baby's innocent! You can't kill them! You're the father! Please don't do this to me, Nathaniel!" My pleas fell on deaf ears. Nathaniel shoved me into the operating room. The baby was stillborn. My baby girl died before she could even see the world. I lay on the chilling operating theater, my face buried in my hands. I cried my heart out. The tears just wouldn't stop. After a while, a giggle fell from my lips despite the tears rolling down my cheeks.

“Because the world wasn’t ready for what you are. And neither were you.” He stepped toward me, eyes burning silver. “You are the child of prophecy, Thorold. Born of a Luna healer whose bloodline traces to the Moon Priestesses, and an Alpha whose power is feared by rival packs and covens alike. You were never just a boy. You were born Veilborn—a bridge between realms.” I felt a pull in my chest. Something deep and ancient stirred. “I’ve trained you in secret,” he continued. “Not to hide you from your parents, but to protect you from the world that wanted to use you. Or destroy you.”

She memorized the room number, the file reference, and the access code immediately, noting that he gave the code verbally rather than in writing, which meant that a threshold had been crossed. Not trust. But the beginning of it. She stored that as well. In the elevator, descending alone for the first time since she arrived, she let herself breathe without managing the breath. Fifteen floors of unobserved air. She thought about Vein Twelve and the Appalachian survey and the four times the codename appeared in that paragraph and what they meant together. She thought about her mother's map. and the elevator reached fifteen. She composed her face and stepped out.

she replies. “I merely preserved what was done.” My heart pounds violently. “They bound you here,” she continues, gesturing lightly to the circle. “Stripped your wolf. Tied your bloodline to the Veil so you could never fully awaken.” My hands shake. “They made me nothing.” Her smile deepens. “They made you a key.” The word echoes through me. Key. The baby surges. Power explodes outward. The circle flares violently in response. The Veil tears open above us.

"Then it has already found you." "Found me how?" I asked. "What is it?" Vaelith's hand tightened around mine, hard enough that it almost hurt. "It's the reason the Veil was created in the first place," the young elder said. "Not to separate two peoples out of cruelty. To contain something that neither half could survive alone. And with the barrier gone, there is nothing holding it back anymore." The stone beneath my feet gave the faintest tremor, so slight I might have imagined it if every single person in the room hadn't gone silent at exactly the same moment. "It's already awake," Vaelith whispered. "And it knows the joining is complete."

Through the glacial veins she grew in their walls, she listened to the fearful whispers after every death and disappearance. A warrior who had molested her was caught in one of her traps. He pulled desperately at his foot encased in the blue of her veins. Toying with him, Loera giggled as she sent a towering whirlwind at him. “Who’s there?” “Today, you will die,” she whispered.

Her becoming an immortal goddess was to be expected now that he thought about it, considering what he had done to her body–even now, in his mind’s eye, he can still see her, the beautiful array of bruises of purple and green and blood splattered all over such a lovely pale skin like a palette of colors, almost begging to be marked, to be devoured… It still sends pleasant shivers running up and down his spine at how eager her body was taken to him–but the very idea that she would actually grow strong enough to cause him trouble? The King, of course, has never given that thought much weight at all. Winters Veil had been considered as a liability for most of her life, after all; born as a basta