Veilstone City Novels & Stories

The city is almost like her image when she sees programs that discuss Italian tourism on television. The city is famous for its walls that were once defensive fortifications, relics of the majestic ancient architecture as well as relics of other historical buildings. Jose's residence itself is a beautiful castle painted pure white, towering over the plains of grass and the orange color of the trees approaching autumn. They got out of the car and several male servants immediately came and took their belongings. Don, the main servant, stood welcoming at the front, staring at Valerie with his warm smile. “Welcome, Mr. Jose, welcome, Miss Valerie.”

He arches a brow, giving me a little nod in a silent command to keep going. “I serve Eastonia above all else,” I gut out, and my powers stretch, simmering as I ignite the shields around Moonrise. Invisible to the naked eye, but I feel the pull of the magic as it leaves my body and fashions a dome around the sacred city and its more rural towns. “It’s already done.” “Maeve,” Dad warns, but I shake my head. “Veiled Valley is already secure, and it will stay that way, but I need the entire force of the Ghosts prepared to move out at any given second,” I tell my dad. “And–”

Chapter 7 The Iron Gates of Bellagio Florezo The heavy iron gates of Bellagio did not open, they groaned, a deep,powerful screech of ancient metal parting like teeth to swallow us whole ​I sat in the back of the bullet proof Bentley, my fingers tracing the cold, smooth silk of my wedding gown, a dress that felt less like a garment and more like a veil. Outside, Lake Como extended out under a bruised, twilight sky, its dark waters uneasy against the sheer granite cliffs like a restless beast.

Five years had passed since the new balance was forged, and the world had changed. The valley at the foot of the Sunstone Mountains had grown into a thriving city—Balance’s Rest—where humans, former primal warriors, and light guardians lived together in peace. Four massive towers stood at the city’s corners, each one channeling power from the four pillars of the Well of Origins, strengthening the barrier that held back the void and the trapped gods.

” She whispered. Poison nodded, gesturing her to follow Cryston out of the huge forest. She crossed her fingers on her back as she walked next to Cryston, trying to mask all signs of nervousness. “At the back of Mistress Azarael's mansion, there's a dungeon which is where Lilly Agatha Sinora is held captive.” Violet nodded, her body tensing up with every move she made. “Are you good?” She nodded, barely hearing Cryston's question.

the symbols that were once drawn, began to glow in a shade of gold that could blind, one that could not be seen straight on. "Ethel Verena, don't make this offering something in vain" the glow increased, thus covering the entire palace, thus going to the entire city, the entire country, and finally, covering everything that was known in that reality. It had worked. He had managed to revive her. He had succeeded in giving her the second chance she so desperately wanted. ❈•♱•♱•᯽•♱•♱•❈

The guardian led the way, his presence a beacon of light in the encroaching shadows. As they walked, Marinetta felt a growing sense of unease. The forest around them seemed to whisper, the trees creaking and groaning as if alive. She could feel the weight of the ancient magic that permeated the air. After what felt like hours, they emerged into a vast clearing. In the center stood a towering stone structure, its surface covered in glowing runes. The Nexus of Veils lay before them, its power palpable. The guardian turned to them, his eyes glowing with an inner light. "This is the heart of the Veil. You must place the key on the altar to restore the balance."

That somehow that brilliant power of the Pheonix would be enough to stop Vince in time. The plan was to teleport the bulk of the armies directly at the Veil-Stones, to push back Vince's forces as far from the stones as possible. Hopefully that way, they would draw out Vince, and Sephora and Ambrose could take on the Lord face-to-face without any interruptions. Not the most fail-safe plan of defense, but they had been unprepared for a surprise attack like this - Ravyn only hoped they reached the Veil-Stones in time before they broke through Ambrose's protective sheild of adamant stone.

Mortal dust marching to war, still need to trek across mountains and water, but the Violet Mansion does not need to, 30,000 elite generals, carried by three dozen huge flying cloud stones, arrived under Cangyan City by the time night fell. "Who will go forward to plunder the formation!" Xiao Dust looked at the city wall that was more than ten feet high and shouted in a cold voice. "Heh heh! Pillaging this kind of thing, naturally it's not the old man!" Inside the two old men of North Underworld, the younger brother, Zu Qing Luo, let out a strange laugh, and with a little bit of both feet, he landed at the bottom of the city wall, lifting up his breath and shouting, "Tell your city lord to wa

“We need to move. Now.” They broke into a run. The tremors weren’t violent, but they carried weight, a slow, deliberate force spreading through the land. As they sprinted across the barren ground, Elior risked a glance behind them, And his breath caught. The ruins of Dawnfire were vanishing. Not crumbling. Not eroding. Disappearing. The stones flickered, their forms distorting like a reflection on water before dissolving into nothingness. The throne was already gone, but now the entire city was being swallowed by the Veil’s will.