Divine Zero Pierce The Veil Novels & Stories

And yet, he had no choice but to play along. The ceremony dragged on, with them exchanging reluctant “I do’s” much to Benedict and Dorothea’s relief. When the officiant instructed Jaxon to lift the veil, his heart slowed. The moment of truth. Jaxon’s hands were steady as he reached for the delicate fabric. A hush descended over the room as if the very walls were holding their breath. He lifted the veil, the silk whispering against his fingers, and revealed— Her. Her. Kallista Jones.

The scene hit me like a sledgehammer. An affair was something I couldn't forgive. Nathaniel staggered out of the bed and went down on his knees. With a trembling voice, he pleaded, "Please, I thought she was you! I swear… I… It was the alcohol! I didn't mean to! I swear!" Nathaniel desperately explained himself again and again, trying to convince me. "I'll never drink again! I'll do anything! Anything, if you just call off the divorce!" The news of his cheating reached his mother's ears. The old lady slapped her son as hard as she could and as many times as she allowed herself to. Then she bowed deeply to me.

Revenants lunged, but they were no match for bonded mates awakened. Elias struck with brutal precision, his blade cutting through shadow like sunlight through fog. Serena danced like lightning, her hands wreathed in glowing flame. With every motion, she wove destruction and grace. When they reached the altar again, Zevrin was waiting. Blood dripped from his mouth. His robes were torn. But he still smiled. “You’re too late,” he rasped. “The ritual is already complete. The Veil has cracked.” Serena's heart skipped. “No…”

He waved him off. “Uncle.” Divine pleaded. “You. Are. Dismissed.” Zenith enunciated again and Divine released a deep breath before turning to walk away. He suddenly stopped and his eyes lifted up to the air. “Hîn yeas tû kvm, yhù wīl bëë hâlön. Nö ônę tø bëë bëcäîdë yhù. Silver… Aconite… A Shard… A Drop of Blood… Ritual abandoned… Another One made.”

Our bond is no longer a thread. It’s a brand. A mark. A god-scar carved into the world. Bloodveil is gone from the shore—but not dead. Wounded. Retreating. Watching from the cracks in the world. Waiting. The Goddess appears on the tide, moonlight dripping from her robes, expression unreadable. She looks at us, at our fused souls, at the mark glowing at both our throats, and something like fear flashes across her divine face. “You have done what no mortal pair has ever dared,” she whispers.

“Silas, no—!” He grips my wrist, his eyes desperate. “Trust me.” We leap into the abyss. --- **The Veil’s Heart** We land in a cavern of living crystal, the Veil’s core throbbing above. Zara’s voice whispers through the walls, faint but urgent. *“The Trinity is a wound. Heal it… or sever it.”* Silas presses his scar to the core. “How?” The crystal darkens, revealing the Trinity’s origin—the First Shadow’s rage, the crow’s betrayal, and *Zara’s light*, twisted into chaos.

The ground cracked beneath his feet, black veins splitting the earth. Vanya moved next, circling wide, her voice a chant that bent the stream into a twisting serpent of water. It lashed toward him, sharp as a blade. Caelum stepped into it, unflinching, his aura exploding outward to turn the torrent to steam. The mist coiled around him like smoke, and through it his eyes burned like embers. “You think divinity will shield you,” he said, his voice carrying even through the storm. “But divinity is nothing more than power waiting to be claimed.”

These two females are troubling him with their existence! Izzat once saw an embarrassing moment of one of his classmates, Duvan, who accidentally crashed onto a pole as he was busy ogling and staring at Maisarah. As Duvan is forced to snap from his trance-like state due to the throbbing sensation on his red and embarrassed face, his ears catch a rare sound of a chuckle. Of course, his sacrifice was not in vain, and he was rewarded with the goddess's dreamy laughter and her beautiful smile. Duvan, with a flushed face, trudges away from the scene with a lighter heart.

At least this way I could choose when. The doors in front of me opened and Drake and Brighid stood in the entrance in identical cloaks to me. Brighid’s face was blank as she met my eyes, but Drake sent me a reassuring smile. “Harper Kirby, Divine Warrior of the Shifter line, are you ready to swear your loyalty to the Divine Order and the grace that runs through your veins?” Brighid’s voice ran out clear but lacked any sort of emotion. I glanced at Elias again, and seeing the strained smile on his face I squeezed his hand before letting go. I faced Brighid again and took a deep breath.

In his final moments, he whispered a prayer for her happiness, a desperate plea for forgiveness for the love he could never let go. The impact was sudden and brutal. Metal twisted and glass shattered as the car slammed into the unforgiving rocks below. The impact was swift and merciless. Darkness enveloped Henry as pain shot through his body, sharp and relentless. The world spun in a dizzying whirl of noise and pain. For a moment, he hung suspended between life and death, his consciousness fading. Darkness closed in around Henry, enveloping him in a final embrace.