Rainbow Veils Novels & Stories

But she remembered the rabbit’s heartbeat, the way the forest had sung in her blood, the hunger that hadn’t belonged to her. “I…” Her voice faltered. “I don’t want this.” “No one does,” Rowan said simply. “But wanting doesn’t change the bloodline.” “The bloodline?” Rowan straightened, expression shadowed. He moved to a shelf, pulling down an old leather-bound book. The cover was cracked, its edges worn smooth with use. He laid it on the table, opening it to a page marked by a ribbon of faded red cloth. The illustration made Evelyn’s stomach twist. A man—human—stood beneath a crescent moon, his body splitting apart, fur and claws erupting from his skin. Around him, others knelt, bound in chai

Preparing for the final battle. The war for the Veil had truly begun. 🌙

But this was no whisper. This was a scream. The vision had not been a gentle unfolding of possibility, no drifting veil of futures yet to be. It was a brutal unveiling, a tearing away of all that was safe. The Veil—shimmering, invisible, ever-present—was not merely thinning. It was tearing.

Solara’s pov A storm of scent— too sharp, too shallow, too artificial. I picked up all of that as we made our way into the human world. The veil happens to be an endless tunnel that takes you straight into their world. It looks abandoned and not functional from the outside world, but it is used as our passageway to the human world— Rumor has it that they are other veils. I was finally experiencing everything I’ve been reading in the books. Only that they didn’t mention the amazing scent of coffee they have here. The scent linger in the air much longer than it should and it fills my nostrils making my mouth watery.

She held his gaze for a moment too long, then looked away. Trusting him was dangerous. Rule Two: The Veil wants something from you. Never give it freely. Elara frowned. “What do you mean?” Kael’s expression darkened. “The Veil is filled with things—spirits, shadows, echoes of people who were once alive. Some will try to bargain with you. Some will offer you memories, answers, power.” He leaned closer. “But the moment you take something from the Veil… it takes something from you in return.”

Leo shouted from the crowd. ​I looked up. The lavender twilight of the Veil was being torn apart. Great streaks of gold and silver were lancing through the indigo clouds, creating a sky that looked like a shattered stained glass window. The nothingness of the Void was being pushed back, replaced by a horizon that glowed with the first true light we had seen in months. ​“It is not a sun,” Winnie whispered, her eyes wide with wonder. “It is a dawn.”

she said, stepping toward the edge of the platform. Beneath them, the depths yawned open — layer after layer of translucent shadow, stitched together by flickering veins of gold. The core of the Veil had always been dark, silent, predictable. Now it shimmered like molten glass, its form shifting in ways no reaper had ever witnessed. The others hesitated as she raised her scythe. The weapon’s blade pulsed once in acknowledgment, its edge bleeding faint golden light — the same hue that had seared across the Citadel.

* Rewa said and became quiet after that. Vivian’s heartbeat accelerated. She could see the land now. They would strike the ground at any moment. If only she had a parachute like the previous time. Hell! Why didn’t she think about it earlier? She used her magic to conjure a veil of ripstop nylon, a material that is used to make parachutes. She was glad to find that her magic was not limited to creating the fabrics found on the Lycan World. The veil flowed behind her like a pure white river. She tried to grasp the ends of the veil but they flew in the wind making the ends beyond her reach.

"You'll have to enter the veil, and retrieve the Serpent's eye from its resting place. This, you will do while you try to... resist the veil's attempt to trap your consciousness permanently." "The veil?" I leaned back as I asked, curious to know. "Yes, the veil," she answered. "It's a vast space between this reality and the spirit world, something far extraordinary than what the mind can picture." "And what could go wrong?" I asked, feeling my heart throb against my chest heavily. I felt my blood rush through my veins like a wild storm, already sweating profusely as though I had stepped into the veil itself. "If you fail, your body, mind, soul, and spirit becomes a property of the veil. You

Liquid metal slid down my skin like tears of mercury. The runes screamed as they dissolved. The guards fell back completely now, fear naked in their eyes. The shadows surged forward, curling around my legs—not suffocating. Protecting. Matron Iskrya fell to her knees. “She carries the Veil,” she breathed. The word echoed. Veil. I had never heard it before. Rhaegon looked at her sharply. “Explain.” But she was staring at me like I was the end of something. Or the beginning.