Veil Of The Night Novels & Stories

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.

The forest deepened in color, shadows thickening like ink swirling in water. Charlie shivered. Not from cold— from energy. Old energy. Wren slowed. "Stay close. Mom's... home... can be disorienting the first time." "Why? Does she live in a tree? An underground lair? A wolf-themed Ikea?" "Not exactly." Branches rustled overhead. Something luminous flickered through the canopy— moonlight caught and held in a web of silver. Only it wasn't a web. It was a barrier. A shimmering veil stretched between trees, thin as mist and bright as frost. Charlie stepped toward it and felt her skin prickle, the same electric pressure she felt before a storm breaks.

I did it for love. It was on a cold night. I sat on a sofa in the living room, passing away the night and waiting for my husband, Maverick Slade, a business tycoon, to return home. Lazily, I sipped a glass cup of wine and my soft laughter filled the room as I passed the time with my favorite TV show. Suddenly, the door of the room burst open and Maverick hurried inside with blood all over his cloth. Startled, I sprang up and the glass of wine slipped from my grip, crashing to the floor.

Victoria led Raven through the aisles hand in hand, fingers laced tight, the obsidian raven pendant at Raven’s throat catching flickers of light with every step. They moved in comfortable silence until Raven stopped before a shelf labeled in silver script: *Veilcraft – Intermediate Bindings*. Her sharp blue eyes scanned the spines—leather cracked with age, titles etched in languages half-forgotten. One volume called to her like a whisper against bone: *The Greater Veil: Finer Threads of Dominion*

Rian’s did the same. My own fingers pressed over my mark. Something invisible in the room snapped taut. It felt like being back in the ritual circle for a second—magic humming under my skin, leashed and restless. But this time, instead of the weight of a single relic, there were three distinct pulls. Mooncrest. Nightveil 1. Nightveil 2. The seer’s blind eyes turned slightly up, as if listening to something above us. “Loud,” she murmured. “No wonder you’ve all been sleepless.”

"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.

I was beyond confused and so was Grayson. "No! That's impossible!" Alpha exclaimed to the Luna. Getting up to join her at the bookshelf where she was looking for some book. "Will someone tell us what is going on?!" Grayson could see I was anxious and he was to. "Oh yes." The Luna stops what she was doing and looked over at me and Emma. She walked towards us and pulled up a chair next to Emma. "Emma. The reason you have this special power is because of the Violet Moon. The Violet Moon, is the one night every decade when the Moon Goddess visits her chosen one and chooses the next one. It's a way for her to see our world. A chosen one is a wolf with immense beauty. Beauty more than anyone can e

Almost immediately, something in her expression changed, as if she sensed there was still more. “But what else, Alex?” Her voice, soft yet urgent, reflected her cautious nature and her need to know everything—to understand. She couldn’t relax without the whole truth, no matter how terrifying it might be. Alex fell silent for a moment, staring at the ground as if the words were hard to say. Finally, he sighed and lifted his gaze, his seriousness making it clear that what he was about to say wasn’t something he had wanted to share. “Last night, I had an unexpected visitor,” he murmured, keeping his eyes fixed on Scarlett. “Zafira. The gorgon who tried to drown you.”

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.

[A/N: Warning. This story contains gory scenes, disturbing descriptions and might also be triggering something unpleasant inside your mind. Read at your own discretion. Thank you. The story is purely fictional and from the author's imagination. The cover photo is not mine. Credit to the real owner.] ***** A silhouette of a young girl is dragging her legs, climbing the staircases to the rooftop in the middle of the night, alone. Her body is weak and swaying slightly. Her clothes are wet and she is barefooted. Mud and dirt covered her foot, leaving behind her dirty footstep's traces on the floor. Sobbing and weeping could be heard from her, echoing in the desolate hallway.