Broken Veil Novels & Stories

And I believed him Even if part of me still wondered If I could keep them safe from me --- But just before dawn, as the sky began to gray, the sigil on my arm flared once more Not gold Not black But violet A blend of both And I heard it A voice that wasn’t mine, wasn’t hers New Unclaimed Elixir, it whispered, you are no longer gate or flame You are becoming something else entirely I opened my eyes And the stars above the Grove blinked out One by one The stars didn’t flicker—they vanished One by one, pinpricks of light were swallowed by an invisible veil above the Grove. There was no wind. No sound. Just the cold hush of something watching from beyond what eyes could see

"What's happening?" But she doesn't seem to hear me. Her gaze is fixed on a point in space, her expression a mixture of wonder and terror. As I watch, the air beside her begins to ripple and tear. Through the widening rift, I catch glimpses of another world – a realm of impossible beauty and terrifying power. "The veil," Elara gasps, struggling to her feet. "It's breaking. She's breaking it!" Before I can process what's happening, another figure bursts into the room. Asher, his face a mask of grim determination.

"He can't be dead, you say? As a mother, I'd give anything for my son to be alive. You don't believe my son is dead, do you? I'll show you what you've done to him!" Grief-stricken, Mom dragged Queenie by the hair to a covered body in the morgue. Queenie was about to lash out. However, when Mom lifted the white sheet, revealing my cold, decayed face, I saw Queenie's pupils contract in panic, her eyes gradually reddening.

"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.

Chapter 21: She Held the Light, Even in Ruin It wasn't supposed to go like this. The moment they reached through the veil to pull Aria's soul back, the sky had cracked. Not just metaphorically. Not symbolically. It literally shattered. Like glass under pressure, like a scream finally breaking free from a throat held shut too long. And then everything went dark.

She drew the shard and hurled it into the veil. There was a flash of light. A scream. The veil cracked. And Mira vanished. --- They stumbled back as the chamber shook violently. Lena pulled Aria to her feet. “What did you do?” “I severed the link,” Aria said, panting. “She wasn’t fully here. That veil connected her fractured soul.” “Then we’ve only destroyed a piece,” Kael said. “She’ll come back.” “Yes,” Aria whispered. “But not in this place.”

CHAPTER 158 ZYLIAH'S POV I watched through a haze of exhaustion as the doctor cleaned the cuts on my face. Each swipe of the antiseptic was a fresh sting, a sharp reminder of the whip's kiss. He had just finished tending to the bruises on my back. Whip marks that had spilled my blood. Martino was the devil himself, and I hoped he rotted in jail for life.

The mark on my wrist—the one that tied me to The First Alpha—burned so hot I could smell my own skin singe. "Elara!" Cassian’s voice tore through the roar. "The Veil—look!" I lifted my head just in time to see it. The sky over Duskwind split open. Not like lightning—no, lightning was merciful. This was slower, deliberate. A vertical tear of light that shimmered with colors no mortal eye should see. Through it, shadows bled like ink. They moved with purpose, like things that remembered being alive. The Veil was breaking.

"Let's trust in the bond that transcends the cosmic dance." With resolve, we delved deeper, the veil unfolding its cosmic secrets. The celestial voice whispered, "Guardians, the revelations within the veil may redefine your narrative. Confront the illusions, for within the cosmic unknown, unity remains your guiding star." And as the cosmic currents led us through the heart of the veil, the revelations awaited, promising to either strengthen the threads that bound us or unravel the intricacies of our intertwined destinies.

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."