Rainbow Veils Novels & Stories

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

he whispered. ​Bianca had spent the morning with Amara’s silk scarves, tying small, colorful knots around the bars of the cribs. "So they have rainbows to look at when they wake up," she explained. ​Even Aegis participated, bringing his favorite (and remarkably clean) rubber ball and dropping it precisely between the two beds. He sat there, his tail giving one slow, solemn thump. He was claiming the territory as a protector.

The moment their hands touched— the entire chamber erupted with light. Silver energy exploded from the platforms. The crystals blazed like stars. Everyone gasped. Victor nearly jumped behind Damien. "That's new." For once, nobody told him to be quiet. Because the phenomenon was impossible to ignore. The light surrounded Zevarion and Elyra completely. A whirlwind of silver symbols. Ancient runes. Forgotten magic. Then the world disappeared. Darkness. Not frightening darkness. Peaceful darkness. Like standing beneath a night sky. Then slowly......

I knew I was going to hell. My name is Olivia. Think of a beautiful lady of 22 yrs, elegant and charming in appearance like the roses of the valley. The worst thing I hate is trouble because I have a delicate heart and never had it crossed my mind to ever hurt a fly but here I am, behind a Hilux with cuffs on my wrists while a chain engulfed my ankles like a criminal. Looking beside me, I saw men dressed in army uniform at my both sides, handling a deadly rifle which they would use to send any unfortunate being to an early grave. None of them were smiling. They look scary and fear grips my fragile heart.

With camera equipment, backdrops, makeup, racks and racks of dresses. Vanessa turned to her. “Shall we begin?”

Sam sprayed on some perfume and looked at herself in the mirror. She touched her dark blue robe that matched her light blue and pearl-toned wardrobe. She highlighted her hazel eyes with black eyeliner and white shadow. She had put on lipstick, even though no one was going to see her lips, but it was to keep them moisturized. Her hair looked beautiful and silky, although only part of it was showing because the veil covered most of her face including her hair. She had changed a lot since Arthur took her to the estate, she was no longer disheveled and her hair didn't look like a bird's nest.

Behind you, the cavern implodes, the Priestess’s shrieks swallowed by the void. “What did you do?” Ryland rasps. “Bought time,” you snap. The dagger still glows in your hand, its heat searing your skin. *Too late to regret it now.* The tunnel slopes upward, the air thickening with the scent of rot. Selene freezes. “Mommy… it’s *here*.” The Veil. It pulses ahead, a gaping wound in reality—a swirling vortex of shadows and static. Faces press against its surface, mouths stretched in silent screams. Wolves. Humans. *Things* that defy shape.

It spread quickly, rolling low across the ground before lifting higher, swallowing the houses one by one. Within moments, the entire settlement was wrapped in it. Eira grabbed my wrist. “Windows,” she said. We moved fast, checking every crack and corner, pressing cloth along the edges of the frames. “Is it dangerous?” I asked. “Not exactly dangerous,” she said after a moment. “Just… not meant for everyone.” “That doesn’t sound comforting.” She glanced at the thick mist outside before speaking again. “It’s called the Memory Veil. It fills the empty spaces history left behind—the parts that were lost or erased. When it shows up, it means the past and the present are beginning to collide agains

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. ~~~