Tangled In The Great Escape Pierce The Veil Novels & Stories

Tyrell, Simon and Amelia took one end and kept the entrance open for their escape route; killing every security personnel that came that way. Archer, Nathan, Shaun and Hilary swiped the tunnel to the left; Ben, Ed, Shadow and Daniel swiped the one on the right. Both tunnels had one prisoner each. Archer looked at the man in chains and frowned. He looked familiar but couldn’t remember where he saw him. They poured acid on the chains and was about to sedate the man when he spoke “Son, I won’t harm you. You should escape without me. I am dead weight. There will be plenty more coming. They are animals.”

He didn’t ask questions. He just said: “You don’t lie when you say my name.” “That’s enough.” They escaped through the eastern tunnels—an old war route sealed after the Fade Wars. As they fled, Ava’s mark burned. The twin moons—one red, one black—glowed through her skin. And a voice whispered: “You’re bleeding into a world that can’t hold you.” “Fix it… or be unmade forever.” 7. The Hidden Sanctuary They found shelter in the ruins of the old Oracle’s tower—abandoned in this reality.

On the way I messaged my contact from my pack, Hannah, to tell her I had left. In the taxi, I actually felt relieved that he had insisted that the wedding be small, and I did not even tell my clan he had asked me to become his mate. This saved me from dealing with the disgrace of running away. As I entered the airport, I decided to call Alex. I felt I owed him at least that much—to tell him our bond was over. He never picked up the call but sent me an angry voice message back. "Just get to my pack; the Oracle is waiting. Something happened to Elsa, so I will be a bit late. Why are you acting as though I will be running away?"

One man knocked an elderly woman to the ground and didn't even look back. So much for faith. They reached the tunnel. Then stopped. I blinked. The passage was gone. Or at least it might as well have been. Thousands of glowing silver threads stretched across the exit, woven together into a shimmering barrier. For one stupid second, it actually looked beautiful. Then a man ran straight into it. His scream tore through the chamber as black smoke burst from his skin. A second later, the stench of burning flesh reached me, turning my stomach and sending the crowd stumbling backward in horror.

"Then at least I’ll die standing up, not fading away in a golden cage." Audrey took one last look around. She picked up a small piece of parchment and a quill. She wanted to write a manifesto, a plea for him to understand. But in the end, she wrote only five words: I am finding the truth. She left the note on his pillow, weighted down by her royal signet ring—the heavy silver band she no longer felt she had the right to wear. The escape was a masterpiece of Elara’s tactical mind. They didn't head for the main gates; they descended into the "Ventilation Shafts," ancient tunnels that breathed the mountain’s heat out into the sub-zero air of the peaks.

Sylvara’s voice trembles, “We’ll give what it takes, Aelys.” The oracle-entity’s aura surges at the abyss’s core, its crystalline form radiating black-star voids, its twin-void eyes blazing as it claws at Elara’s essence. “The Veil is mine!” it roars, rifts tearing through the spires, the reborn world quaking beyond the rift. Visions intensify—my village burning, my mother’s voice fading, my humanity slipping. I stagger, blade trembling, but Cassia’s hand grips mine, her fire blazing. “Aelys, you’re more than the Veil—stay with us.” Her words anchor me, my hymn rising, “Veil, guide me.”

A life waiting to be lived. Evelina slid the final knife into its scabbard and snapped shut the trunk lid with a muted click. She met my gaze as she ward the lock, her features expressionless but calm. “Nora and Elias will bring you to the tunnel,” she said. “I’ll come as soon as the last of the terminals is deactivated.” I offered no protest. She deserved my trust more than anyone else ever had. As I exited into the secret tunnelway with scarf stowed in my pack and the Circle’s sigil pressed against my heart, I did not turn around.

And walked toward the tear in the Veil. Heather moved to go with her. Baylee held up a hand without turning. “Stay with Collin.” Heather’s breath caught, and for once, she didn’t argue. “You get back here,” she choked. Baylee smiled over her shoulder. “Yes, ma’am.” Then, without armor, without an escort, without anything but her mark and her will, Baylee stepped into the light. And the world changed. --- The Midway Crossing the Veil didn’t feel like walking through a doorway. It felt like drowning and being born at the same time.

“What are you—” “Both of you,” Elias said, voice echoing with power. “You stay with me.” Elias bent his knees. Energy gathered beneath him— glowing cracks forming in the floor. Lena clung to him. Alexander braced himself. Sable stepped aside. Elias launched upward. The world blurred into streaks of light— Explosions erupted below— Stone shattered around them— And then— They soared through the collapsing tunnel. Lena screamed and buried her face in Elias’s chest.

He simply led them to the quiet back room of the shop. He pushed open a series of doors. The room was quiet, with a few candles flickering in the corner. When the last door opened to reveal a body covered by a white sheet, Marco and Jane froze. "What is this! What's the meaning of this? Did you bring us to a morgue? Are you fucking with us!" Draven stormed forward in a rage and ripped the white sheet away. The moment he saw the familiar face, the Capo, a man who never flinched in the heat of a street war, stumbled backward, his eyes turning instantly bloodshot.