Veilstone City Novels & Stories

The front door hung from a single hinge, the night pouring in cold and indifferent. "Wards are completely gone," Cassian said. "Whatever she released — it took the last of the protective enchantments with it." He glanced at Lucien. "We're open." "I know." Lucien moved to the window and stared into the dark. The obsidian trees stood motionless and black against a sky gone the color of deep bruising. "There's a place. The Veil Citadel. It sits at the edge of the Hollow Lands where the old borders were drawn before the Accords erased them. The wards there are pre-divine. Even the order won't cross them."

My brow furrowed as unease coiled inside me. His head turned slightly, gaze sharp as a blade. “You ask too many damn questions, Elena.” His voice was husk, edged with something unreadable. Then, without another word, he turned and walked through the gates, leaving me standing there with nothing but the echo of his words and the heavy weight of my own unanswered questions. I followed quickly, my heels clicked against the floor, Then he stopped in front of a tomb.

Somehow, everything felt easier around him, as if he could coax her out of her shell without even trying. They strolled out into the city, a comfortable silence settling between them as they wandered through the cobblestone streets, admiring the historic buildings and charming storefronts. The rhythm of their footsteps seemed to align as if they'd known each other far longer than they had. Eventually, Alexander guided her toward a quaint, tucked-away cafe, its walls adorned with ivy and blooming flowers that cascaded over the windows. Inside, the air was warm and inviting, filled with the rich aroma of coffee and freshly baked pastries. They found a table by the window, where they could watc

“Not outside.” Auren’s gaze sharpened. “The Veil?” I nodded. Cael’s grip tightened. “Ignore it.” “I can’t.” “You have to. It’ll try to twist what you see, what you feel.” I met his eyes. “What if it’s not lying?” His expression darkened. “The Veil doesn’t lie. It shows. That’s worse.” ------------------------------------------------------- We made camp that night beneath an arch of black stone carved with ancient sigils. The wolves circled the perimeter, restless, their hackles raised.

Jagged, a scar cut on her skin, running from her head, darting through her left eye brow and stopped below her eyes which made me wonder what kind of animal or weapon marked her face at such a delicate area. Behind her were three other girls, standing gallantly like bodyguards and everyone who passed bowed for them respectfully as if she's the god of the prison while some quickened their steps fearfully as if they just sighted trouble. “I'm sorry." I said, my voice was a bit shaky. She stared at me for a while before a smile suddenly crossed her rigid face. Even her smile looks scary. It could make a baby wet his diaper. “Do you like what you just touch?" She spoke, her voice croaking, be

She reached into the satchel at her hip and pulled out a jagged shard of obsidian a remnant of the original Hollowed gate, infused with the blood of ancestors. Elias looked at it with dread. “That stone is forbidden. Even the Prophetess feared it.” Lyra pressed it into Kael’s hand. “Then let it fear us for once.” Kael took the stone, slicing his palm over it. Blood meth crystal. It glowed. The ground beneath them hissed, then cracked. A spiraling vortex opened a Gate to the Veil, unstable and hungry. Rowan and Elara, still suspended midair, began to tilt toward it.

The Castle of the Veil, also known as the Veil Warden Academy, is a beautiful place, which is completely opposite to everything we’ve been taught our entire lives. It’s styled and decorated in the Renaissance era, and the courtyards are beautifully kept sitting areas. The entire vibe of the place is live and let live but respect each other. What in the feck is wrong with that? Why all the stories? Nothing I was taught from kindergarten to graduation is true. Why did they feel they needed to play all the cloak and dagger games? I am so confused but mostly, I’m angry as hell about losing my mate.

A warning light blinked as it passed, and the trio waited silently until it was gone. Only then did Abigail speak.“Every time I see one of those things, I wonder what it’d take to bring one down.” “One dream too many, maybe.” Tunde said, he looked up, past the quarry’s ridge.There it was again, the Citadel. White and gold, suspended like a god’s mirage behind the shimmer of protective fields. Its smooth towers glowed even through the smog. Somewhere in there, music played through perfect speakers, food was hot every night, and sickness… was curable.

His arm steady around her shoulders. Holding her upright. Protecting her from falling. Again. Always. Then the hidden doors of the Vault opened completely. The mountain shook violently. And everyone finally saw what lay beyond. Silence filled the chamber. Because nobody expected it. Not treasure. Not records. Not an ancient prison. Instead...... a city. An entire city. Hidden beneath the mountain. Ancient towers stretched into the darkness. Silver lights glowed along streets untouched for centuries. Massive domes reflected the light of countless crystals.

POV: Isolde (Izzy) Thorne I backed away from the edge of the pit, my heart hammering against my ribs. The heat rising from the dark hole was so intense it singed the hem of my white dress. Everyone in the hall was frozen. Even the guards stopped moving, their spears shaking in their hands. "What is that?" Morgana shrieked. She looked terrified, her face pale and her mouth hanging open. "He fell! No one survives the obsidian shards!"