Thorns Beneath The Veil Novels & Stories

' Pain laced his voice, mirroring my own loss, and I kissed him soft, tongues tangling slow. Outside, shadows moved. Selene slipped through the vines at the sanctum's edge, her form cloaked in darkness, eyes sharp with old grudges. She'd watched from the grove's fringe, the eclipse hiding her approach. Thorne waited in the underbrush, fists clenched, his earlier rage simmering into calculation.

“If I wanted a lecture, child, I’d have raised someone.” Ash bristled but didn’t move. My attention was fixed on the rift—still open, still shimmering like a wound in reality. Every pulse of silver felt like a heartbeat. Hers. Faint and frantic. I stepped toward it instinctively. Thorn’s hand shot out again—faster than any mortal man could move—and slammed against my chest. “You set foot in there now,” he hissed, “and the Veil will flay you alive. It will peel your magic off bone by bone. You’ll die before you even reach her breath.”

But she knew one thing for sure: The heart beneath the thorn was bleeding. And this was only the beginning.

By the time I came back to my senses, we were behind a hut in a dark alley that looked void of life and Human. I was about turning back when I heard voices. This time, it wasn't only me because I heard Shirley gasp and as fast as I could, I covered her mouth. Slowly and stealthily, I walked towards the sharp. edge of the hut, wanting to see what made that noise. The first thing I saw was a gun pointed at a dead and bloodied body. I traced the hand holding the gun, and my sight met that of the pair of eyes that'll forever hunt me.

Henry spat. “We only invited people close to us; it was a private celebration,” the blonde commented, fed up with the presence of that man who looked at her threateningly. “You won't give Arthur that power, I won't allow it. If there is no bride, then there is no wedding,” he gave a twisted smile. His thugs approached when he made gestures with his fingers. They backed away instinctively and Anabela began to tremble; she would not live that hell again, no; first she would die before being touched without her will.

They were known to be merciless to those who betrayed them and have the kindest heart to those who were in need. Apart from that, news that hit the society was the young lady of House Claramay, Aurora Claramay. Her ladylike attitude had knocked down many noblewomen while her cold personality was like a magnet to increase the number of her beau. Rumors around her said that she's an enchantress that takes no notice of countless men who came before her. She even killed those who pestered her way too much. On the other hand, she helped numerous orphans by providing them shelter, food, clothes, and even entertainment. However, she was called ' The Villainess Rose' due to her irresistible allureme