Novel & Cerita Veil Between Worlds

I hated how calm she sounded. I hated that she wasn't surprised. Because it meant she expected this. Maybe even planned for it. The thought made my stomach twist. Kael stepped forward. His Alpha presence rolled across the wall like thunder. "What exactly happens when the Veil fails?" Neither Lucien nor Seraphine answered right away. The hesitation alone terrified me. Finally Lucien did. "The world's touch." My blood ran cold. Worlds. Plural. Again. Not territories. Not dimensions. Worlds.

Hope already left his soulless, black eyes. "I wanted...to go to the human world. But, cannot cross...the portal...That twin able to pass...through...easily...Why?" That creature seemed to question itself. Its eyes wondered dumbly. "Need to go to...the rooftop...in one hour...before the portal...close...Need to go..." It's mumbled those similar words repetitively while resuming its walk in a single direction.

"Us? We're the ones who make sure the world stays away. We’re the Ghost and the Bride, remember? We don't just find peace. We defend it." ​Vivienne rested her head on his chest, the sound of his heart a steady, iron rhythm. The brunch was over, the proposal was a beautiful memory, and the ring on Chloe’s finger was a promise. But as the first stars began to pierce the Adirondack sky, Vivienne knew that the price of that promise was going to be paid in blood. ​The Jackals were close. She could feel it in the way the birds had gone silent in the lower valley. She could feel it in the coldness of the wind.

Silver runes flared beneath the stone floor while distant groans echoed through Blackwood’s depths. Alaric stood abruptly. “What is the Veil?” Elowen looked exhausted suddenly. “The boundary between this world…” Her golden eyes darkened. “…and the things outside it.” Silence. Then Eleanor whispered carefully: “What things?” Elowen looked toward the ceiling far above them. “The things even gods fear.” The shadows around Alaric exploded outward slightly before settling again. The bond convulsed painfully. Because suddenly the Architect’s cruelty became even more horrifying. It wasn’t merely protecting power.

The Distance Between Worlds is a free bonus novella and prequel to The Moon’s Choice. Alice believes she understands her life. Work, familiar streets, ordinary routines — everything has its place. Until reality begins to slip. Her reflection moves when she does not. A silver line opens onto a landscape she has never seen. And one night, Alice finds herself beside an impossible lake beneath unfamiliar stars. There, she sees a dragon. And a man who looks at her as though he already knows exactly who she is. Alice does not know his name. She does not know why silver magic responds to her touch, why the boundary between worlds seems to recognize her, or why this stranger speaks to her with

“And there is repair. If you confuse those with fear, you’ll rebuild the old world by accident.” Silence falls, heavy and resentful. But it holds. — The Veil changes again. Subtly. I notice it when I walk the old crossing near dawn. The shimmer there is thicker, not brighter—like air before rain. It responds not to command, but to proximity. To intention without force. I realize then that the Veil is learning us the way we are learning it. No longer arbiter. Witness. — The blight slows. Not because of a miracle.

It started small, like a spark, then grew, filling every nerve, every fibre of her being. “Go! Go now, Clara!” her grandmother urged, her eyes glistening with tears and pride. Before Clara could question it, the warmth exploded outward. Time itself seemed to shiver. The firelight warped and stretched, the screams became distant echoes, and the ground beneath her feet disappeared. One moment, she was on scorched earth. The next, she was falling. The world around her blurred, colours and shapes twisting in impossible ways. She felt weightless, suspended between moments, suspended between worlds. Then, as suddenly, as it began, it ended.

The dark sky with the moon hidden behind the night clouds could signal some crime going on. The roads of Ville were empty as Amelthia, a young girl about 22 years, ran bare feet for the sake of her life. Fear was evident in her eyes, her body cold from the wind, her feet covered with blood, breathing heavily and erotic, she was helpless. As Amelthia ran she would continuously look back to see if she was far enough or not. As she kept looking back, she stumbled over a stone falling on her knees and hurting them.

Unlike her who hid hers for fear of being discovered. He took her chin delicately over the veil that covered her face as if protecting it from the outside, he wanted to admire her hazel orbs a little more since he did not have the privilege of delighting with such exotic and beautiful eyes because their owner kept avoiding his gaze. She began to feel uncomfortable and naked before him, but she did not want to break the contact for some strange reason.

he said urgently. I blinked in confusion and snapped my gaze at him. “Veil? What Veil?” He did not slow down. He started pulling me forward quickly, and Cane followed right beside us. “Did you think Obsidian Veil was just an ordinary name?” Caden asked without looking at me. “I don’t know,” I said honestly. “Nobody explained anything to me properly.” “There is a Veil,” he said. “A barrier that hides this place from human eyes. It keeps the world separated. What you see here is only visible because you have been brought inside the protected territory.”