Tangled In The Great Escape Pierce The Veil Novels & Stories

With a firm pat on the back, he walked away. One of Liam’s team members leaned in. "That’s Judge Hansel—the most ruthless judge in the city." Liam simply smiled. "I know." Then he walked on, already focused on his next task. --- At Toronto Pearson International Airport, Dr. Mike stepped out of the terminal, gripping a small cooler tightly in his hand—the precious heart Liam had sent him to acquire. His phone was pressed to his ear as he tried, for the hundredth time, to calm his fiancée down.

It was like a doorway—an escape route, but from what? Victor’s eyes widened in disbelief, his focus faltering for the first time. “What… What is this?” he spat, taking a step back. “This wasn’t supposed to happen.” It was then that I realized the truth: The walls weren’t bending—they were breaking. And the vortex? It wasn’t a path to escape; it was a path to something far darker. “Pamela, no!” Kiera shouted, grabbing my arm, her grip tightening with urgency. “You have to stay away from that! It’s a trap!”

Coming to the conclusion that all hope was lost, he could do nothing but shrug. "Irene…where are you?" He whispered underneath his breath. "Micheal!"; He heard his name being mentioned the instant he said that. He turned to the left but there was not even a shadow there. He turned to the right but before he could straighten himself, she jumped into his arms and enveloped her arms around his neck as she took him in a firm hug. For a moment, the world dissolved and so did his worries. He was only aware of the angel which was holding him tight as if her life depended on him. For the very first time since he walked in, a sigh of relief and pleasure escaped his lips.

Same heels, same war paint, same cage. Aiden came for me again, looking all stunning in his fitted cooperate pant and sleeve. This time, when he held out his hand for me to follow, I didn't hesitate. And when he looked at me in the elevator mirror, eyes lingering just long enough to make my breath catch, I forced myself not to look away. Because Sophia was right. I wasn't free. I was still in. And as long as I was in, I still had a chance to escape, a chance to be free and a chance to take him down.

It was less a home and more a palace, a monument to centuries of accumulated, absolute power. ​As the car pulled up to the grand entrance, Amara felt the final, definitive click of the cage locking shut. She was here. She was a Valenti. She was a bartered bride. Her old life, agonizing as it was, was gone. She was now standing at the threshold of a new, high-stakes terror, and she knew instinctively that escaping this prison would be infinitely harder than escaping the last. Emiliano opened his door without looking at her. The moment of reckoning had arrived.

The air was no longer air—it cracked like glass, the Spiral’s light flickering as something ancient and vast pressed against the veil. Elthara didn’t speak, didn’t move. The scream had pierced something deeper than thought. It echoed through the marrow of her soul, tugging threads she hadn’t known existed. Her lips were still parted from the name she almost spoke.

They look scary and fear grips my fragile heart. As the Hilux drove through the City, I felt the urge to jump down and escape but that is one surest way to die. I'm not going to survive it and the soldiers wouldn't think twice before shooting me dead at any attempt to escape. I know you must be wondering what offense a gentle and beautiful soul like me committed that is about to lead me to one of the deadliest prisons- Rikers prison. You might call me a fool or spank me for taking the decision but I don't regret the reason why I did it. I did it for love.

The resonance bounced against invisible walls, each wave probing for Selene’s presence, until a faint echo reached her: a pulse, rhythmic, a faint heartbeat tethered to the girl. “Found her,” Evangeline whispered, opening her eyes. Threads of gold shot from her fingertips, connecting to the pulse like a bridge. “Hold her. I’m pulling her out.” The soundless void of the prison reacted, shivering against the intrusion. The Veil’s agents screamed, frustrated by the breach, but the pack moved with precision. Lucien and Marrow surged forward, cutting down shadowy figures while Xander held the perimeter, claws flashing, golden aura blazing.

His chest was heaving with rage, and he ordered someone to drag me to the hospital. I thrashed and squirmed and tried to fight back, but the bodyguards' strength overpowered mine. … A wave of pain stabbed through my stomach, and I felt blood flowing from my lower body. On the way to the hospital, the doctor tried to give me an injection that could save the baby. Nathaniel blurted, "Perform an induced labor. I don't want the baby." My mind exploded. "I didn't do it!" Nathaniel sneered. "It doesn't matter. This is a lesson. I'll teach you to never lay a hand on them!"

CHAPTER 53: THE VEIL OF THE DORMANT The air in the tunnel didn't just vibrate; it shrieked. It was the sound of reality being peeled back like a scab, revealing the raw, obsidian meat of the Void beneath. Jago was still gasping, his face turning a bruised purple as his own shadow—a living, writhing entity of darkness—wrapped its fingers around his throat. He struggled to reach for the pulse-pistol at his hip, but his limbs moved like he was underwater.