Broken Veil Novels & Stories

she whispered, already sitting up. His hand found her waist before he was even awake. “What is it?” “She’s here.” That woke him. “Jade?” “No.” Baylee swallowed. “Not just Jade.” She closed her eyes. “The Veil is breaking.” --- By the time they reached the treeline, Silverveil was already in motion. Liam, even exhausted, had the northern guard assembled. Heather was barefoot in a borrowed shirt, hair still half in a braid, knives already at her belt. Melody and Jessica stood beside each other, each holding bowls of crushed moonroot and iron ash.

Rivener leaned close, forehead almost touching hers. “You’re safe,” he whispered. “With me.” Adrian leaned in on her other side, his voice low and urgent. “And strong. Stronger than you know.” Charlie felt their words collide inside her— fear and comfort and power and choice all surging through her at once. The moon ignited overhead. Her body shuddered. And in the moment before the Hollowed reached the clearing— Charlie’s form exploded into silver light once more. Not fading. Not unraveling. Changing.

And then there was the final catalyst: a double-inscribed seal that bound both triggers into one failsafe. “I’m going to hurt you,” I said. Evelina rolled up her sleeve and presented her arm without hesitation. “So do most things that are worth surviving.” I chewed on the inside of my cheek to avoid replying that last time I felt something worth surviving, it had been her arm wrapped around my shoulders. We set to work without further conversation.

“Start explaining, or I swear I’ll—” The entire facility shook violently. Lights burst overhead, showering sparks. Damien grabbed my hand. “Earthquake?” Alexander’s face went gray. “No.” A deep, metallic groan echoed through the structure, followed by a rumbling roar that made my bones vibrate. The ceiling split. Through the crack, I could see not sky—but darkness. Moving darkness. It pulsed like a living thing. “What is that?” I breathed. Alexander’s voice was almost reverent. “Sector Zero has awakened.”

Althea fell to her knees, Umbra slamming against her, holding her upright with his body as she broke around the absence where Luca had been Mayari’s voice was the last blade. “Love made you visible, Althea,” she said. “Now survive what you can see.” The moon dimmed. And Althea screamed to the gods.

she said and closed her eyes. She was grateful for that day, even a blind person could have seen that. I was too. He had saved me and I couldn't imagine what battle he would have to fight if Alpha Felix had gotten to me first. I shook the wave of terror that threatened to overtake me as I made my way to the door and out of the house. Just as I stepped out, I saw Elvira coming through the back of the house. She wiped the sweat from her face as she held some medical supplies too. I was shocked to see her but then I remembered that Alpha Elijah had the secret passageway in his study.

Cecilia tells him, and as the words leave her mouth, it becomes even more certain that something in her snaps as she can physically feel it. Cecilia runs past Vivian, tears blurring her vision. The weight of her luggage felt heavier as if tethered to memories she was finally ready to release. The spiritual link between Andrew and Cecilia is broken, and that is what causes her to howl out in pain. In her daze, one thing is clear, that she must be dying.

tears flew down from his eyes. “That's how I became your sinner,” he spoke out, freezing her. “That's how you become the veil of this sinner, Eizlin….”

He feels it too. “Show yourself, Kael!” he calls, voice carrying too well for fog this dense. Magic-assisted. Of course it is. “You always did like an audience.” Silence answers him. Then the river moves. Not flowing. Receding. The water pulls back from the banks like it’s afraid of what’s about to surface. My blood turns cold. “Fall back,” I hiss. “Now.” Too late. The Veil tears open above the bridge—not a clean rift like the one at Marrowfen, but a jagged wound in the air itself. Light spills out wrong, colors bending where they shouldn’t. The temperature drops hard enough to frost the stones.

"What are you talking about?" Edras took a step closer, his voice lowering as though afraid of being overheard. "The veil was not merely a barrier; it was a seal—a lock keeping something far greater at bay. By breaking it, you’ve awakened an ancient force, one that seeks to reclaim its dominion over both the living and the dead." The crowd murmured uneasily, and Kael’s grip on his sword tightened. "You’re saying this is her fault? She didn’t ask for any of this!"