Divine Zero Pierce The Veil Novels & Stories

I find myself entwined in Valentina’s embrace, her presence a source of comfort and joy. As we dance together, her laughter fills the air, and I’m overwhelmed by a sense of contentment that I’ve never known before. But then, everything shifts. Suddenly, I see myself dropping to one knee, a ring in hand, professing my love to Valentina in a moment that feels both surreal and intensely real. Her tearful acceptance fills me with elation, but just as quickly, a shadow descends, enveloping me in darkness.

It was almost evening and nothing was heard. "The wizard cloak is very dangerous. I used it to protect the sword. Anyone who touches it dies instantly. I'm going to bury it until the sword returns. When it does, I shall also bury it too. In the hands of an ordinary person, the power in the sword can overwhelm. I am being controlled by the gods and nothing can control me," Ije said and began to walk out of the Obi. The people followed her. The men of Ohanta dug a hole at the back of the Obi, and the cloak was buried. As they were coming out, they saw the two women who escaped from Ajonwa's Temple. The women shared the good news and the bad news.

Witches on the city walls began shouting in alarm. High Witch Elowen’s voice echoed across the battlefield. “The Veil is reacting!” The crack in the sky grew wider. Not much. Just enough that something darker could be seen behind it. Not stars. Not space. Something deeper. Like a vast ocean of shadow pressing against the barrier of reality. Seraphine forced herself to focus. “What do the whispers mean?” she asked through clenched teeth. The Immortal looked grim. “The Veil is alive in ways most species never understood.”

Inside, a maelstrom of dying gods writhes: skeletal serpents, eyeless colossi, things that hum in forgotten tongues. Soren grips my wrist. "Now. *Sever it.*" The storm thrashes, eager. But the Well's voice is a lament. *"We were kings. We were *light*. Free us, and we'll shred the Veil for you."* Eden's hand finds my shoulder. "Don't." But the Daughters arrive, starfire boiling the sea. --- **The Cut** Sacrifice is a language I know. I let the storm loose. It tears into the Well, devouring the dying gods, their screams merging with its thunder. The Daughters falter, their starfire dimming as the tether snaps. Soren howls a dirge, her Tidecaller magic gutting the Choir's reinforcements.

But as he raged, a terrifying force suddenly tore through the void, smashing down upon his head. Boom! The impact struck him, and he had no chance to resist. He shook as his skull cracked from the blow. “Ah! The pain!” he screamed in agony. The onlookers, now shocked, saw the Divine looking utterly defeated. They hadn’t expected the hidden power to strike so ruthlessly, and fear crept over them as they considered the strength of this unseen figure. The force had subdued a Divine with ease, leaving him helpless and trembling. “I won’t go!” the Divine shouted, struggling against the invisible force that dragged him away, though his resistance was futile. His body was forcibly pulled into the d

Zoe watched, the way a person watches an engine inside a car: not understanding every pivot, but knowing that if any part failed, the whole thing stopped. Energy slammed outward from the center like a heartbeat. The crack in the sky-shimmer bled, and the rune lines seared with white flame. For a dreadful second, the Valerius and Lucius cluster on the rocks felt a wrenching pull at the base of their bones, as if the world itself were finding a new contour. Then the last sound was a sharp, bright snap. The Veil sealed. A silence fell so heavy that the ocean sounded faint and far. Candles guttered as if blown by a wind that had never been. The vials were empty, spent, pale ghosts in the drained

And then—the world shook. It wasn’t thunder. It wasn’t an earthquake. It was something deeper, vibrating in teeth and marrow, in the silence between heartbeats. The sky tore. Not with light—not yet—but with pressure, like the air was being pulled in two directions at once. My Hollowflame hissed, sensing something vast and ancient pressing against the world. Dorian’s grip closed on my wrist—not to push me away, but to anchor me. His gaze lifted. And then the Veil split.

At this moment, they kept trying to pull the eyeball back. "Dream on." Caspian snorted and pointed. The Purple Divine Thunder condensed into a sharp blade in the air. It tore through the sky and descended from the sky, cutting off all the entangled tentacles. "Ah!" The one-eyed Soul Snatcher let out a heart-wrenching scream. The eyeball that was removed continuously cracked open, blood gushing out from its surface. The wailing sounded like hundreds of thousands of souls roaring in unison. The voice turned into a divine sense attack and swept everything around in an instant.

So I guess you can call me a goddess of sorts, an incarnate of the Father… ( her eyes begin to glow with the surrounding resonating with the divine energy exuding from her) BELPHEGOR : What kind of power is this??.... How do you have such power ELIZA : I really would like to know as well, but I guess I don’t have the luxury to find out anymore so just stop asking me questions and die already…… Heavenly transcendental art : zero A white flash is seen and after an explosion strong enough to be felt as far as Japan, there was no trace of anything left just a large hole in the earth’s crust… ………….. [ FLASHBACK ENDS ]

Phil tried to pry it loose and started punching it but nothing worked, he started to lose hope and was regretting on getting himself in this situation, thinking about his friends and his family and them crying near his body that had become brain dead due to the loss of the soul, Phil shed a tear and screamed arms outstretched towards the exit. But at the moment he was about to give up a black shadowy hand plunged in the miasma and held his hand tightly, it yanked him so hard that even the black tentacle slipped and released Phil from its grasp a loud bellow can be heard from the abyss as Phil was successfully rescued.