Veil Of Night นิยาย & เรื่องราว

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.

We spent hours combing through the texts, searching for any mention of silver-eyed men or their connection to the Moon Goddess’s bloodline. Finally, Kael stopped, his finger tracing a passage in one of the books. “Here,” he said, his voice grim. I leaned over, reading the faded text aloud. “‘The Keepers of the Veil—an ancient faction sworn to protect the balance between worlds. Their methods are ruthless, and their loyalty is to the Veil, not to the living.’” I frowned. “What’s the Veil?” Kael flipped through the pages, his expression darkening. “It’s what separates us from… them.”

The forest looked warped beneath the half-light, and the air hung still, charged with invisible tension. Iris shaded her eyes. “Is it an eclipse?” Aiden’s voice was low. “No. It’s the Veil.” The Veil. An ancient omen—a curtain between the mortal world and the realm of the spirits. For it to descend now meant something catastrophic was drawing near. It meant the boundaries were cracking, and the Hollow Throne was stirring. Her mark burned. Not with the usual golden fire, nor with the black void it had flirted with before. Now, it shimmered a dusky violet—a melding of both. Balance unbalanced.

"To Tiberius, we pay respect, His legacy, we now protect. In mountain cave, the secrets kept, By flickering flames, they are swept." Wild roses bloom, the air imbued, Mountain laurel, our spirits wooed. In summer's grace, our journey start, Within this chamber, the Veil departs. "United now, we sway as kin, Veil's embrace, a rite within. The Eclipse Stone, its faint pulsation, Marks our path of transformation." ​ "Ancient words on whispers ride, In Veil's Embrace, the veils untied.

“The remnants in the city told me about the spark, the lock, but not her, not the void. They said the nodes were the key—to strengthen the Veil, to keep it whole. But now…” Sylva’s hands clenched, her eyes distant, then sharp. “The nodes are the Veil’s anchors, but the four of you—you’re its pulse. The void was the price, the chaos they couldn’t bind, buried to save the ritual. If she’s free, if the shadow and the Architect know…” She trailed off, her voice breaking, then pointed to the leather map on the table, its star-etched lines shifting under the firelight, marking nodes—valley, Rift, Cradle, and one more, faint but glowing, deep in the desert beyond the mountains.

His hand reached for one of the oldest volumes—bound in dark leather, embossed with a crescent moon and twisting wolfbane branches. "This book," he said softly, "has been passed down for eight generations. Only a Moonveil by blood may read it… and only in dire times." He opened the first page. Ancient script was etched there, in faded gold ink that still held an eerie elegance. Inside were all the things I’d never been taught. The glorious history of Moonveil, victories carved in blood, magical pacts forged under full moons, and the darkest secrets buried generation after generation—curses, betrayals, and forbidden love.

The city trembled beneath Nora’s feet, though not in the way of ordinary earthquakes. The ground shifted subtly, as if alive, veins of energy pulsing faintly beneath the cracked streets. The night sky above Viremont glowed with unnatural streaks of gold and violet, the remnants of the Heir’s magic mingling with something older, something that had been buried long before anyone remembered.