Romans & histoires Broken Veil

“Then I’ll teach you what strength without mercy becomes.” Before he could respond, Aelin reached out and pressed her hand against his chest. Their light fused instantly — gold and silver colliding in a blinding flare. The entire world cracked open like an egg. Outside, Seraphine screamed as the runes shattered. Ivy fell to her knees, clutching her chest. The mountains split apart. Jayden shouted her name into the wind — “AELIN!” — and for a moment, everything went still. Then the light exploded. When the dust settled, the Veil was gone. Not sealed. Not broken. Gone.

Everything went horribly wrong that day and now it’s used to scare the hell out of kids. The men, I think there were six of them, all competed to win her, but they all kept tying. On the final day, the Elders announced that she was unable to mate, because the Gods aren’t indecisive. The story goes that the men tried to get to her and in the fighting, she was killed and so were all the men. The veil appeared shortly after that.

“The Chosen must now… choose.” The final choice. Four alphas. One heart. But before Ava could speak— A loud crack split the sky. The Blood Moon flared blinding red. And something ancient woke beneath the valley. A voice—not human, not wolf—echoed across the land. “She is awakened. The curse is broken. But so is the Veil.” The ground trembled. Ava’s eyes widened. They hadn’t just completed the trials. They had opened something.

For his part, Arthur went to the beggar girl who was on her knees crying, knelt in front of her, and extended his hand to help her to her feet. “Calm down, I won't hurt you,” she reacted nervously at the sound of his voice. She raised her face in disbelief and Arthur froze in shock. It was her. His heart pounded with agitation and his eyes glazed over. The woman who had saved his life and healed his wound, who took care of him for a whole month and gave him unforgettable moments was in front of him. Although her face was covered by that horrendous cloth that was not the red veil he remembered, it no longer had her exquisite aroma of spices and herbs, rather it reeked, he recognized her. She

The air around them darkened. Colors bled from gold into grey, and the distant hum of the Veil grew deeper more violent. Shadows stirred in the corners of the light, whispering in a language that didn’t belong to either of them. “Killian, you don’t understand,” she said, voice trembling. “When I tore the Veil, I didn’t just open a door — I broke something ancient. The Veil isn’t a wall. It’s a prison.” He froze. “A prison for what?”

break. I cry out. I don’t care how it sounds. I need help. “Back up!” Ezra yells, and I catch movement in my periphery; Kaia’s brothers pulling people away. Then, the sky groans. Above me, the clouds ripple, then split open like parchment being torn in two. The Veil is breaking. ~~~

“In the fire. In the Weave.” Her eyes—still ringed faintly in gold—met mine. “Too much,” she said. “Tell me.” She sat up slowly. Her body moved like it was learning itself again. “I saw what we stopped. But also what we didn’t. There are fractures, Lucian. The veil... it’s holding, but not whole. Something broke deeper than we knew.” I felt it too. A shift beneath the world. Like the seam of a wound that hadn’t finished bleeding.

"Sure." With a sudden burst of energy, Beverly lets out a loud scream, causing both men to run towards the parking lot. Seizing the opportunity, I dash towards the door as if my life depends on it. Pushing through, I finally find myself safely inside. I blend into the crowd, scanning eagerly for Valentina's dress amidst the sea of guests. Adjusting my mask, I secure it tightly to avoid any slip-off, preparing for the crucial moment ahead.

He groaned with anger mixed with sadness, ignoring the pain that immediately took him as a result of his actions. Unexpectedly then, a single tear rolled down the corner of George's eye, the tears of a man who was heartbroken.

“A relic from the old wars. Something tied to the Veil’s magic. We found it near the border—looks like someone’s been trying to tear it down.” Alina crouched beside the altar, her fingers tracing the symbols. “These runes are wards, but corrupted. Whoever did this is trying to break the seal from our side.” I looked around at the pack members, their faces pale but determined. “Who would risk this? Who would want to unleash that kind of destruction?” One of the betas, Liam, stepped forward. “There’s a name whispered in the shadows—‘The Veilbreaker.’ No one knows who they are, but the signs match. They’re hunting the ancient magic, trying to fracture the worlds.”