Novel & Cerita Veil Between Worlds

Rowan’s wolves howled in answer. He was testing me. Waiting for me to snap first. I almost did. Then Gwen whispered something, too low for the others, but I heard it anyway. “He said the storm will open the way.” My eyes flew to her. “What way?” She looked terrified. “He’s going to tear the veil.” I froze. The veil wasn’t just myth. It was the wall between our world and the old one—the realm of the wild spirits. No one had touched it in centuries.

His voice cracked. Aluin’s expression softened. “You don’t know that.” “I do.” Kaelen stood, gripping the nearest wall for balance. “I felt her. When the light swallowed her, I—” He pressed a fist to his chest. “Something stayed. She’s still in this world.” The old monk stepped closer, glancing around at the shattered stones. “This world, perhaps. But not in this realm.” Kaelen’s jaw tightened. “Speak plainly.” Aluin exhaled. “You’ve heard the legends—the Veil Between, the twilight realm where magic and spirit intertwine. Only those touched by the Blood Sigil can cross it. You saw the light. You saw her vanish.”

The language that came from my lips like it had always lived there. We’re not in our territory anymore. We’re not even close. We’re in the forgotten homeland of our people. The Kingdom of Admos. The woman steps closer, her voice softer. “You do not know how you came here?” I shake my head. “No. We were trying to escape. The facility—Lucien’s base—” “You passed through the Veil,” she says. “What veil?” She raises a hand, gesturing toward the trees behind us. “A rip in the veil between worlds. It only opens when the blood of the Darvosi awakens under fire.”

“That's—” “Incredible,” Azael said with amusement. “Not everyone is blessed with the gift of the heavens, so feel praised for that.” I nodded, confused. “What's going on?” I asked bluntly. “The veil between worlds has been torn,” said Azael, and I gasped in horror. “In short, energy is leaking between worlds, and no one knows about it, not even vampires.” “How has it been torn?” I asked, not understanding. “The vampires used an absurd amount of dark energy stored in two forbidden spells in search of the door to the pantheon of the gods,” said Azael. “They were unsuccessful, but they tore the veil. Only people with godlike powers are able to sense it.”

I asked, my voice steady despite the unease gnawing at my insides. The envoy cleared his throat before delivering his message with a solemn tone. "There has been a breach of the Veil," he announced, his words hanging heavy in the air like a looming storm. "Dark forces from beyond the Veil have begun to encroach upon the Human world, threatening to unleash chaos and destruction upon all who dwell within it."

It was Joey, standing behind me with an umbrella. People said that you'd see the person you longed for the most before you die… Apparently, it was true… It seemed like I could finally see the one I loved before my death. My dry lips cracked into a faint smile. Joey let out a sigh and said, "It's been six years since we last met, so have a meal with me." I quickly snapped back to my senses. This wasn't an illusion. The Joey standing before me was the real deal.

I looked behind and feared the guards might catch up with me anytime soon. What do I do?? My heart raced heavily as I stared at the portal in front of me. That was the boundary between Marazona and a different planet - a different world. I didn't even know where it'd take me. Going to another planet would cost me my powers. I'd lose all my powers and there's only a 50% chance of me getting it back. But if I stay here, I'd definitely be found and killed. What do I do? "Search everywhere!!" I heard a loud scream and my eyes dimmed.

The power surges again. Stronger. Brighter. My wolf presses forward. Too much. “I can’t stop it,” I whisper. The baby moves again— And this time the warmth doesn’t just spread. It tears. The world splits. For a single, terrifying moment— The forest disappears. The Veil opens. Not fully. Not wide. But enough. Cold emptiness presses against reality like a breath on glass. Something on the other side notices. I feel it. Ancient. Watching. My heart stutters violently.

Carefully. “You’re not being watched,” he said. “You’re being taken care of.” The words settled between us. Heavy. Wrong. Because there was a difference. And he knew it. Even if he didn’t say it. Hailey I closed the manuscript halfway. Not fully. Just enough to pause. “…yeah.” That was enough for a second. I stared down at the page. Because something about that line— you’re being taken care of— felt too close. Too accurate. Too…

she said, not an ounce of fear in her eyes. "You don't have to attack me like that. I will not take this insolence from you, we both want something from each other, both a means to an end so you will not talk to me like I'm some sort of dirty dog while you are the saint" I fired back at her. She looked at me for a long time. Her face softened with each passing second. Finally, she laughed and shook her head, removing the shawl that was wrapped around her. She was wearing a veil underneath, one that made me wonder why she had the shawl in the first place.