Veil Of Night Novels & Stories

Amina's voice lowered. “Why?”. The woman's gaze darkened. Because "what's left there changes with the Veil.". The fire dimmed. First stars started to appear outside, And somewhere far away—. Something howled. At moonrise—. Behind the dwelling, a forest was cut open. A light staircase strode down into the darkness.

He only brought it up as a bluff, a threat. Helen stepped into the room only to see Nathaniel's pallor. "You look terrible. Is something wrong?" The rims of Nathaniel's eyes were tinged with redness, and he looked at Helen. She shared my resemblance, but that was where the similarities came to an end. The loving relationship he had, he had it with me. Our relationship was irreplaceable, or it was supposed to be. His hands tightened around the divorce papers. 'Why'd I mistake her for Ginny? That one-night-stand was an accident, but everything after that was…'

That sick bastard. Neruthium Veil—one of the most dangerous poisons ever created. It erases scent completely. Even a mother wouldn’t recognise her child if they’d never seen them before. Worse, in large doses, it can sever the bond between soul and wolf. It’s only ever used during execution rituals. “You injected that into her?!” I roar, slamming the blade through the armrest just inches from his ribs. “You bastard!” “It was the only way to get her past the borders unnoticed! I had to get her to my master—I didn’t think—”

The only stable thing in a land that had fed off my instability. “Valentina,” He murmured near my ear, his voice low, urging, trying to tether me to him instead of the haze. “Stay with me. Whatever it shows you— don’t let it take you again.” Again… The word hit something deep within me. Because the Veil wasn't just a spell. It was a scar. And suddenly… it cracked. Not in a dramatic explosion. More like glass sighing before it shatters. A ripple went across the air, soft as a breath, and then— everything froze.

I grab my pillow and sob quietly into it, pretending it was my brother. A knock makes me gasp for air but I don't move from my spot, hugging the pillow tighter as my tears refuse to stop. If Hestia was back with the cookies, I'd gladly take some. Another knock on the door makes me look up at it at the same time it opens, Anthony's face peeking around it. His expression turns alarmed as he processes my fetal position and tear soaked pillow. "Violet," He says, a sense of urgency in his voice as he closes the door behind him, "What's going on? Why are you crying?"

I sat up, rubbing my throbbing temples, and walked to the window, pulling aside the heavy velvet curtains. Outside, a blizzard raged, blanketing the world in a chaotic swirl of white. And in that whiteness stood a solitary black figure. Daemon was wearing a thin black cashmere coat, completely covered in snow. A layer of frost coated his hair and eyebrows. He stood there, rigid, his gaze locked on the faint light of my bedroom window. I sighed, opened a black umbrella, and walked out into the swirling snow. The moment Daemon saw me, his lips already purple from the cold, he spoke with desperate haste.

Thunder shattered the night as Marcus kicked open the penthouse door, rain pouring off their bodies like liquid sin. He had Pera pressed against the floor-to-ceiling glass before she could catch her breath, the storm lashed the city sprawling forty-seven floors below. Lightning flashed across her wide, terrified, and exhilarated eyes. At twenty-one, Pera was untouched, pure, untouched, until tonight.

And I believed him Even if part of me still wondered If I could keep them safe from me --- But just before dawn, as the sky began to gray, the sigil on my arm flared once more Not gold Not black But violet A blend of both And I heard it A voice that wasn’t mine, wasn’t hers New Unclaimed Elixir, it whispered, you are no longer gate or flame You are becoming something else entirely I opened my eyes And the stars above the Grove blinked out One by one The stars didn’t flicker—they vanished One by one, pinpricks of light were swallowed by an invisible veil above the Grove. There was no wind. No sound. Just the cold hush of something watching from beyond what eyes could see

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.

In the dream, the full moon was so bright. The light came through the leaves of the trees, and made the daturas more beautiful under its light. For a moment, Ayla was sure she was in the Night-Blooming Garden, but soon the moon hid behind the clouds and everything became dark. “I’m sorry, Ayla, you have to stay here.” Only the silhouette of the woman was visible, but her voice was familiar. “Who are you?” She tried to walk towards the woman, but roots grew from under the soil and imprisoned her ankles.