Romans & histoires Veil Between Worlds

"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.

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.”

Rhea rolled her eyes. He stepped back, lifted both arms, and began to chant. The air split. The ground cracked. The far wall shimmered with impossible light—neither color nor shadow, but something in between. The Veil opened like a wound, rippling outward, its edges dripping with liquid silence. Virex turned once more, his eye gleaming like a dying star. “Ready your souls,” he said, and then he smiled wider. “Because we are about to walk through the lie that built the world.”

“We’ve done what was required. You have no idea how much we've sacrificed. We're stronger than you might imagine. If you want to put us to the test, go on with it." The figure’s expression shifted, surprise, then something akin to respect. “Impressive. But strength won't protect you from what lies ahead. --- The ground below them started to shake before anyone could react. The sanctuary's floor cracked, and a peculiar light unnervingly neutral, neither warm nor cold, came out of it. “What is that?” Elara whispered, her voice laced with fear. “The veil,” the figure said, its tone now grim. “You’ve done well to restore balance, but in doing so, you’ve weakened the barrier between worlds. Somet