Veilguard Companions Romance Each Other Novels & Stories

He, too, is walking among the guests of the party with his nose stuck to the air, occasionally sniffing the other guests. Twisting and turning in and out of the guests I move closer to Violet and the guard that are desperately trying to make their way to one another through the crowd. Another male wolf places his hand on Violet's shoulder and inhales her neck deeply before letting her go. A fearsome growl fills the night air as the guard rushes towards Violet. Once they are standing in front of one another they both stand in front of each stunned as if they have been struck by lightning. "Mate," they both say at the same time. The guard takes Violet in his arms and kisses her deeply in

It is partnership. I rise slowly and extend my hand to her. She takes it. “I will not lose another mate to this war,” I say quietly. Her fingers tighten. “Then we do not fight it alone,” she replies. Josh stands a few feet away, blood on his sleeve, breathing heavy but steady. He watches us, not with bitterness, but with something more complicated. Resolve. The Hunters tested us tonight. They learned she can seal the veil. They learned the bond between us strengthens her.

Her fingers traced his chest, blackberry juice smearing, their scent a vow. “Always, Mar,” he murmured, blue eyes glowing, fingers weaving through her hair, Boulder rumbling, content. You’re my sun, pup—forever. “We fight, we love—Veil’s nothing to us.” His lips kissed her brow, cedar scent her anchor. She nodded, brown eyes fierce, hand lacing his, Side by side, she thought, pulse steady, my hearth, your fire.

The badger shifted its weight, clearly more interested in moving than standing still, and Abraham rested a hand against its back without thinking, steadying it in a way that felt instinctive rather than deliberate. Riley noticed that. He didn’t comment on it. He just stored it. Abraham looked back at him. “What about you?” Riley gestured lightly to his side. Lumi hovered there, its glow steady, almost passive by comparison. “Companion,” he said. “What does it do?” Riley paused briefly, then gave a faint smirk. “…still figuring that out.” Abraham nodded. “Fair enough.” They stood there for a moment longer, the noise of the gate continuing around them, but for Riley it had already faded into t

“The Veil… it’s a Guardian operative. They’re using the remnants to test your strength before striking directly at the bloodline. The quadruplets terrify them—four heirs mean the old schism can never be fully controlled.” Complex emotions crossed the group. Old hatreds clashed with necessity. Cinthye reached out, squeezing Havana’s good hand. “You took a bullet for him. That debt matters.” Damien remained tense, but nodded once. “Help us identify the Veil. Then we talk full alliance.” In the quiet after the meeting, Damien carried Cinthye back to their rooms despite her protests. He laid her gently on the bed, then stretched out beside her, pulling her close. The primal edge of the past days

I open my eyes and meet her silver gaze. “I will not stop you,” I say. “But you do not go unprepared.” She nods. “I would not expect you to let me.” We plan for both outcomes. Veilkeepers set surveillance grids around the proposed meeting coordinates. Allied packs stand ready within striking distance, hidden but close enough to respond within minutes. Extraction plans are written, then rewritten, then torn apart and rebuilt again. Alliance or ambush. Truth or trap. There is no middle ground anymore. Through it all, the mate bond hums between us, strong and unbreakable. Not ownership. Not control. Partnership. We move in rhythm now, thoughts brushing against each other constantly, sharpening

“Seriously, Scar. You lied to me that Kiara didn’t give you anything sweet to eat and I made you a whole new batch of muffins.” “Because, he’d never get angry at you. You are his favourite.” Scarlett said, shaking the empty glass. “Even if she’s his favourite,” Elle begin, “I am certain this is something he won’t let even Bree get away with.” “But, we are here! And, we are celebrating Vi’s new life as a married woman. Can’t I have some sugar? Vi? Violet?” Startled, I looked up and met four questioning eyes focused on me. “What?”

It's the kind you make if you are a guardian, a lead guardian like Silas and you choose your partner to work with. It's a blood bond, similar to when you pledge yourself as a guardian, but you're pledging yourself as a working partner to the other person. When a guardian chooses a partner to work with, it's usually for life. You learn to trust that person with your life. This bond allows you to work better together, it keeps you in sync. It allows you to always know where the other one is, which came in hand in the past when Azrael was suddenly bombarded by too many vampires. Their scent was hidden so Azrael was unaware they were even there. Silas was able to know exactly where he was withou

she gasped, her voice shaking. “Guardians,” Lucian said, his voice grim, parrying a shadowy claw. “The Veil’s protectors—or hers.” I gripped the dagger tighter, its hum a scream now, and the mark burned, her voice breaking through—*you can’t hide*. The shadows pressed closer, their faces shifting—mine, Lucian’s, the pack’s, twisted, pleading, accusing. The bond strained, Lucian’s fear slamming into me, and I felt it—her, not just watching, but *here*, in the shadows, in me.

I was to pretend this affair didn't exist and do nothing to stop them. Something wrapped its arm around my throat. I tore the contract into shreds. Nathaniel had kept the affair a secret for five whole years. That was something I didn't see coming. … It happened one night when I came home—three months had passed since our wedding. The first thing that greeted my eyes was a house turned upside-down. I saw torn clothes, undergarments, and questionable stains all over the ground. I walked into my bedroom. That was where I found Nathaniel in bed, naked with another woman. The scene hit me like a sledgehammer.