Tangled In The Great Escape Pierce The Veil นิยาย & เรื่องราว

he mouthed. Mary pulled Lilac into her arms, whispering prayers. Scarlet nodded toward the side exit. "We move, quietly." We slipped through the back door into the alley, the wind was cold and sharp, carrying the faint stench of decay. Behind us, the front of the diner exploded inward as something hit it hard. The Hollowed, at least a dozen, they poured through the windows, shrieking, their eyes glowing in the dark. We had made it out of the diner just in time.

She looked at her husband, and he winked. “Viel is big now. Can we make his playmate, Sweetheart?” Vale said in mischief. Einille heartily laughed, “Why not! I would love that.” They giggled together. Yes, after all that happened. This was their beautiful escape. THE END

Zara shouted. Alec nodded, firing more rounds. They chased Vivienne through dim corridors lined with ancestral portraits—faces staring down like silent judges. Finally, at a hidden elevator, Vivienne paused. “Show me mercy,” she whispered to Zara. Zara glared. “Mercy died the day you left me.” Vivienne bit her lip, pressing a button. The elevator doors closed, whisking her away as Zara and Alec pounded on the metal. “She escaped,” Zara panted. “Again.”

From within it rose a faint violet glow—pulsing like a heartbeat. The glow spread, tracing veins of light through the soil, leading straight toward her. Killian followed it with his gaze, then met hers. “Aria… what did you bring back with you?” The air thickened again. From the fissure, a whisper slipped free—soft, almost gentle. You can’t escape what you are. Aria’s hand trembled, reaching instinctively for Killian’s. “I think,” she said hoarsely, “the Veil didn’t close.”

Panic washed over him, and he reached for my hand again, but I sidestepped him. "Leave. If I see you again, I'll call the cops. Now, get lost!" In the end, Axel left, his retreating figure looking utterly defeated. My chest heaved violently. Suddenly, a wave of dizziness hit, followed by a tearing pain in my abdomen, and my knees buckled. I grabbed the doorframe just before crashing straight to the ground. "Bri!" Axel's footsteps halted. He spun around and ran toward me like a madman. He scooped me up in his arms, and just as he was about to dash out, a frantic voice called behind him.

~32~ Chiara Somebody bailed me. When my lawyer arrived I was already standing outside the police station. The officers refused to give me the name. And I’d confirmed it wasn’t Xander. One of them said they received a call to release me immediately. Who the hell would have such an authority? And why would they help me? I thought about it all the way home. ** I put on my black backless dress and coupled it with a black thin scarf around my neck, letting both ends fall behind my back. I’d long removed the band aid from my forehead and in place was simple and less annoying plaster.

Closer. Faster. The exit was near. Lily could feel it. But so were the guards. Voices shouted behind them. “They’re heading to the north exit!” “Cut them off!” Alex’s expression darkened. “They won’t get there first.” Lily glanced at him briefly. There was no hesitation left in him now. No restraint. Only direction. Only intent. And she realized something in that moment— This wasn’t just escape. This was transition. The man beside her—

Then everything happened at once. Jeff yanked me backward as a smoke canister rolled between us. Daniela vaulted over an overturned crate, her wedding heels somehow still intact as she drove a syringe into D-0's neck. Sister Marguerite began chanting in Latin—actual Latin—while pulling Lina and Mateo toward the dock. And through the chaos, I saw it—our escape. "Jeff!" I grabbed his bloodstained lapel and dragged him down for a kiss that tasted like gunpowder and promises. "Follow my lead." His grin was all wicked promise. "Always,"

“Stay still!” Keir grunted irritatedly as he continued, “How dare you disobey my order? Didn’t I ask you to follow Violet?” I mumbled, pressing one hand against my bleeding neck and while trying to stand up, “If I would do that, they would escape. So-” “You could die because of your stupidity!” Keir growled while checking my bleeding injuries. Turning to Violet, he ordered urgently, “Prepare the car and take her to the hospital right now.” Suddenly, I noticed that third guy who was slipping away through that long tunnel, avoiding everyone. Before disappearing in the darkness of the tunnel, he tilted his head one more time as his gaze focused on us.

Dorian dropped last, closing the hatch above them just as flames roared over it. They ran. The tunnel turned twice, then opened into a brick maintenance passage that led into the sewer access beneath Rue Étienne Marcel. Through a concealed grate, they burst into cool midnight air. A black van idled beside the curb. Penelope waved once. “Merci, Adrien.” The driver didn’t speak. Just unlocked the doors. As they climbed in, Isolde turned to look back. The theatre’s roof had collapsed in flames. Smoke churned into the sky like ink.