Veilstone City Novels & Stories

he added before walking away, disappearing into the crowd like he’d never been there at all. Ari’s legs felt like lead as she watched him go. Her chest ached with the weight of a desire she couldn’t name, couldn’t fight, and maybe didn’t want to. And then she heard it: a low, mournful howl that rolled over the city rooftops, echoing through the alleys and streets. It wasn’t human. It wasn’t animal. It was something in between. Ari’s blood ran cold. The city, the danger, the man she shouldn’t want—it was all connected. And she had a feeling she’d just stepped into a world where the rules didn’t apply.

But for the first time since arriving in the Veil Realm, Lyra felt something like hope. Three weeks after the alignment, the Obsidian Tower operated under an uneasy ceasefire. Kaelith had issued a formal decree suspending forced pairings and offering the human women three choices: return to Earth with full protection and compensation, remain as citizens with rights, or enter voluntary partnerships. Five women chose immediate return. The remaining seven, including Zara and Mia, stayed — some out of genuine curiosity about the realm, others because they had begun forming tentative connections.

Unlike her who hid hers for fear of being discovered. He took her chin delicately over the veil that covered her face as if protecting it from the outside, he wanted to admire her hazel orbs a little more since he did not have the privilege of delighting with such exotic and beautiful eyes because their owner kept avoiding his gaze. She began to feel uncomfortable and naked before him, but she did not want to break the contact for some strange reason.

she said, placing a comforting hand on my shoulder. ''Please call me Rose,'' I said with a smile. "Alright then, call me Abby," she replied. ''I was like you once, my..., I mean Rose,'' she started. ''When I was human, I mean,'' ''What happened? If you don't mind me asking” "I don't mind at all; it's not some kind of terrible secret," she replied, and I nodded. We were in the dome-shaped building located at the rear of the main building. There was a fountain in the center, along with trees and shrubs. There were some women at the entrance and a lot more in the building. They were watching the little ggriffins flying.

"I think they will. I tried to persuade my friends to stop this madness, as I could not trust the new girl who suggested such a game to us. But, they refused to listen, and I get yelled back because of that." Maisarah abruptly stands. "Let's go. We should stop those brats before it's too late." "You mean..." "A game or not, you should never let your curiosity overwhelmed you. There are better things to do to prove their point! This college is a dangerous place. If they play those cursed games in another place, I will probably let them off. But, do you know where is this? This is Astana Bintang, one of the places where vile and wicked creatures reside! Do they want to start the chain of a cur

"Why kidnap me from my very bed? What have I done to you to warrant this kind of treatment?" "You are being hunted by Welkins. Welkins are dwellers of a distant Dimension who're supposed to pass through the environs of the Earth, quietly and without incident. They failed to do so when the Blitzkrieg happened. That is the explosion of the castle's cloak." "Cloak?" she asked. "It is what makes the castle invisible," Gustavan said. He was merely reciting what the General had informed him. Julia scoffed. "Oh, I doubt that."

"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.

POV: Xander I stood in the very back row. In front of me were nobles and military officials dressed in black robes with polished silver badges. The air was thick with the scent of incense and damp earth—a nauseating mix. No coffin. No body. Just a stone memorial standing in the middle of the ceremonial field, with a name carved too quickly: Willow Moonveil Heir of the ancient blood. Born for the light, returned to the dark sea. What a load of crap.

I said, the tattoo on my collarbone glowed softly, we are here. The Hollow Veil loomed like a wound in the cliffside—its entrance wide and dark, framed by jagged black stone that pulsed faintly with ancient magic. Vines twisted along the arch, their leaves silver-blue, glowing softly in the dim light. The air around it was thick, still, and cold—as if the veil itself was breathing. Two Guardians stood at the entrance—tall, imposing figures clad in stone-like armor etched with moon sigils. Their eyes glowed pale gold, unblinking, watching every movement.

One by one, they left. Until only Kael and Aria remained. She leaned back in her chair, studying the map. “You didn’t tell them about The Veil.” “Not yet.” “Do you think they’d understand?” Kael’s expression hardened. “They’d fear it.” “And fear spreads faster than truth.” He nodded. She stood and walked around the table, stopping in front of the red marks. “Emberfall,” she murmured. “Stone Ridge. Red Hollow.” Her fingers traced the line north.