The Veiled Throne Novels & Stories

If he had finally gotten back his wife, his love and the mother of his daughter, then what about her, her love and their child, which was breathing inside her? What about Eizlina? If for him, she had always been just the veil of his first love, Ivara? What about her love, if she had always been The Veil Of Sinner?

The Hall of Judgment swallowed the last of Selene’s roar and returned only the thin echo of her footsteps. She stood at the dais, wind and embers licking the hem of her cloak, eyes blazing like a war-god’s. The Throne's presence, once distant and remote, cracked as if the very air around them had hardened. One of the Thrones rose.

Leaving Kallista staring at the back of his head somehow feeling even more terrible than she did before. **** Kallista stared at the grand iron gates that loomed before her, the complicated yet prestigious Hawthorne crest welded into the center. The gates slowly creaked open, revealing a sprawling estate that seemed to stretch endlessly. She tightened her grip on the wedding dress, her nerves fraying as the car rolled forward.

The hall was resplendent, decorated in hues of gold and ivory, with hundreds of candles casting a warm glow over the ornate floral arrangements. Guests mingled, their chatter and laughter blending with the soft strains of a string quartet playing in the corner. Olivia stood at the far end of the room, dressed in an elegant white gown that shimmered faintly under the light. The intricate lace detailing hugged her frame delicately, and the veil pinned in her hair cascaded like a waterfall down her back.

The throne was enormous, surrounded by black suns. Ferocious ghostly faces kept emerging from inside. Waves of fierce, and violent auras kept rolling around like boiling oil. Large pieces of the void were corroded at this moment, and they kept falling down like rotten meat. The four gates seemed to have opened the gate leading to the evil world and summoned the vicious devil king to the scene. Caspian looked up and found that he could only see the back of the throne. Moreover, no matter how one looked at it, what they saw was the back of the throne.

Then another vision appeared. Zevarion stood at the end of the corridor, wearing a crown, his face cold and unfamiliar. He was holding a sword pointed toward her. Elyra stepped back. “That is not real.” “No,” Zevarion said firmly. “It is trying to frighten you.” The corridor changed again. This time, Elyra saw Zevarion kneeling beside her body. His hands were covered in blood. His expression was empty. The vision was so convincing that she felt the grief before she could fight it.

"Fill in any amount you want." Helen stared at Nathaniel in disbelief. Her eyes were red rimmed. "I became your mistress when I was 20, and now you're abandoning me? You're abandoning Nelson? What about your mother? Nelson's her only grandchild!" "And I've given you money. Our relationship is nothing more than a transaction! I'll handle my mother. In the meantime, think about how much money you want. You won't walk away with nothing, but you won't walk away with the things you want either. I don't have it in me."

Nyxara POV There are rules I have followed for longer than most kingdoms have existed. Do not stay. Do not attach. Do not leave pieces of yourself behind. Tonight— I have already broken two. ⸻ The quiet inside the mechanic shop presses in from all sides. It is not the kind of silence that brings comfort. It is the kind that forces awareness. Every breath. Every movement. Every presence in the room. Especially his. Rowan doesn’t move much, but he doesn’t need to. He fills the space without trying, leaning against the far support pillar like something carved from stone rather than flesh, his shoulders still squared despite the blood soaking through the bandage at his side.

And at the center A woman sat upon a throne formed from woven shadows. Her hair flowed like liquid night. Her eyes glowed pale violet, ancient and knowing. The Veil Queen. She smiled as if greeting an old friend. “There you are.” Fear rooted me in place. “You’re not real.” She laughed softly. “I exist wherever thought exists.” Her gaze moved over me slowly, assessing. “Such power… hidden inside broken innocence. How tragic.” “Leave me alone,” I demanded. She tilted her head. “I cannot. You called to me when you awakened.”

After she met Felix and Chief she thought that maybe now things will start to get better and Ziven will be out of her life but to her despise Ziven wont leave her that easily. Amelthia was scared, hungry, thirsty and in a very terrible state of mind. The horror thoughts didn't leave her mind and more would come frightening her more to what could happen. The rope around her wrists and ankles was already scratching and bring her skin, her skin was all red cause of it. Hours passed by and by the little light coming in the room from the small window showed that the night has passed and the sun is out. The door of the room opened with loud bang and the man she least wanted to see right now was co