Divine Zero Pierce The Veil Novels & Stories

His whole body was numb, he could only hear Whispers. "Don't close your eyes!" His eyes darted towards the source of angelic voice. Her brown eyes were looking at him with concern. "Keep your eyes open..." She said with so much care that it almost melted his heart. There was so much gentleness in her voice. "You are fine!" She grabbed his numb hand and placed gently beside him. Vlad kept his eyes open just for the angel. Her voice literally bring him back to the life. He was angry when he couldn't see her after the surgery so he demanded her as a Doctor. In his messed up life she looked like a ray of hope.

Yet, she acted as if the sky was about to fall. "Oliver, does it still hurt? How dare this bitch hit you! I knew she wasn't nice!" She angrily picked up the vase beside her and threw it at me when I disobeyed her orders. "Are you deaf? I ordered you to get down on both knees!" I effortlessly caught the vase and naturally put it back in its place. "Mother, my family gave me this vase as my wedding gift. It's worth 100,000 dollars. You can't destroy it as you please."

his voice taking an even scarier tone as he got up and dark clouds poured out of his hands, floating around him. Dread pooled in Soraya's eyes as she struggled to keep her emotions in check. Black magic, she realized with terror. This was her first time seeing him like this. Alwin was an old wizard who was like a father figure to her. He had taught her everything she knew about witchcraft after he had taken her in when she was lost and wandering decades ago. He had always talked about how the witches and werewolves used to live in harmony. This fueled Soraya's hopes when she learned about the prophecy. He turned to her, letting down the hood of his cloak. Soraya let out a silent gasp as she

in a low voice that was sharp enough to break glass. "Why are you in this place? Are you insane? Marco ignored her completely and squared his shoulders. His eyes met mine, and I felt a shock from the intensity of his stare. "I needed to see you, Bella," he said, his voice firm in spite of the tempest that was building all around him. "I had to let you know—" "Enough!" He was interrupted by the loud voice of Elvis. The gathering became quiet as everyone's focus shifted to the Presley family's. With the air of a man who had run out of patience, he came down the stairs from the altar.

It was as if the name Carried the weight of a story untold. “Gianna called you out!?" Grace walked to me, surprise tingling in her voice. I nodded without any remorse. “It's just Gianna." I hissed. Grace shook her heart. “Just Gianna?" He scoffed and looked into my eyes. “What business do you have with the devil!?" She boomed. “Devil?" I repeated with a raised brow, taking interest now.

The candles burned black, and the stained-glass windows no longer merely reflected the moonlight; they seemed to leak it, as if the sky itself was bleeding into the room. The priestess stood at the altar's heart, arms lifted high. Her voice flowed through the chamber like smooth oil, weaving words that seemed to stretch into infinity, syllables older than any scripture. Giovanni watched from behind her. Dressed in a new suit as dark as obsidian, he wore a relic around his neck—a jagged, hollow medallion etched with the same spiral symbol found in the book of hollow. “How long until she breaks?” he asked. Though the priestess continued her chant, her voice shifted slightly, like a melody deep

I let him hold me for a long moment before lightly pushing at his chest. "But," I said, looking straight into his damp eyes, "you have to promise me something. No more lies. About anything." "I promise!" he said immediately, raising his hand like a solemn oath. "I, Julian Mercer, swear that for the rest of my life, I will never hide anything from you again, Fiona." I couldn't help but smile at how serious he looked. My gaze drifted to the black suit he wore, the very one that had started all of this.

Charlie stepped toward it and felt her skin prickle, the same electric pressure she felt before a storm breaks. "What is that?" she whispered. "A ward," Wren said. "My mother specializes in them." "You didn't mention she's a witch." "She's not." Charlie gave him a look. "Wren, this is witch behavior." "She's... something else." Before she could demand clarification, Wren lifted his hand and pressed his palm to the veil. The barrier rippled like disturbed water, then parted, revealing a narrow passage of swirling silver light. Wren gestured. "After you."

Just… distant. Like someone else had lived them. My knees hit the ground. Ash shouted my name. I couldn’t answer. Thorn’s voice rose above the ringing in my ears. “It is done.” The crescents flared blinding silver. The rift pulsed once—twice— —and split wide open. This time, it pulsed in welcome. “For you,” Thorn murmured, almost reverent, “the Veil opens.” I pushed myself to my feet. Something inside me felt empty, but something else—something colder, sharper—burned to life.

Bag after bag of plasma was pumped into my veins. One raw, guttural scream tore out of me, and then the sound of a baby crying filled the room. On my phone, the screen was still frozen on one last image. Jasper and Fiona were locked in a kiss beneath the Aurelian Tower. I held my crying son and let the tears fall without stopping.