Veritas Supernatural Novels & Stories

Valens confirmed it when he saw the charred bit of Verity’s dress but unlike me who was going crazy with worry, he simply laughed. “Wouldn’t it be funny if Verity could zap him?” He asked with a grin. “That’s Cia’s specialty. When we were little, she’d zap me and I’d set her on fire and we’d be even.” I said a prayer to the goddess for Ver not to start doing that as I feared for Vespa.

Instead, I ran the trace. Not on Marcus. Not on Jace. On the anomalies I’d seen building , the missing files, the keystrokes that didn’t match, the systems behaving too cleanly. Someone had been scrubbing our paths. A digital ghost. I found the footprint buried in an old server Damon once had restricted. Cloaked in layers of misdirection, but not perfect. Even shadows made noise if you listened long enough. A profile surfaced. Codename: VERITY. No assigned division. No board clearance. No formal employment. But the access logs were undeniable: surveillance sweeps across every major figure. Not just Roe. Not just Marcus.

"I've made a move already. My anonymous company will be playing a game on Davey. Recently, I sent out a contract to him, one with a partnership deal he can be et say no to. Not with everything that's going on with him. I'm waiting to hear his response." "What anonymous company are you talking about?" Michael asked, munching slightly on his food. "Veritas Corp." Michael stopped all movement, and raised his eyes at Suzanne, a shocking expression, taking over his handsome face. "What? You own... Veritas Corp? The same famous one?" Suzanne couldn't hide the proud look on her face. "Yes, that one." "I always knew you were designed to do great things, Suzanne. I can't believe this. You own Veritas

"The Supernatural Studies Quarterly just published an editorial titled 'When Founders Fall: The Dangerous Romance of Anti-Institutionalism.'" The team gathered around the main table, where Amara projected the article onto the wall. Its author was Dr. Helena Voss, a prominent confederation scholar and former colleague of Selene's. "The Verdant Archive represents a troubling trend in supernatural studies: the valorization of marginalized communities not for their actual practices, but for their symbolic resistance to institutional order. Led by Selene Thorne whose personal history of betrayal and recent widowhood may have compromised her scholarly judgment this project romanticizes isolation a

Something vast stirred on the other side—a shape with no body, a will with no face. And then, from the fractured ceiling, the first whisper broke free. A soundless word. A name not meant for the waking world. “Valarieth.” Tristan fell to his knees again. His mouth hung open. And a second whisper crawled through the crack, colder than anything he’d ever felt. “And so shall I.” The sanctum was no longer quiet. It sang. A low, vibrating hum trembled through the bones of the world, carried in the blood-wet stone, in the glyphs now glowing a violent, blistering red. Something had been unbound.

The kind that burns everything clean. “You have five minutes,” I said, already feeling my stomach tighten. Vera closed the door behind her and leaned against it, arms crossed. “This isn’t a five-minute conversation.” I leaned back in the leather chair, letting out a slow breath. “Then start talking.” She didn’t move right away. Just watched me, as if trying to gauge how deep the knife would need to go. One thing is, ever since she found out Grant is her mate, it's like she has some sort of supernatural powers. She has changed a lot, and that is starting to scare me a bit.

Her ranting helped her ignore the horror until she’d run out of things to blame on the coven. Chris and Brian both took down her golem. Veronica was so horrified by their actions that she’d failed to take action against them. All she needed was her bag of her workings in it. There’d been no time to search for it. Now it was lost to her, and she wanted to cry again over this. That spellbook was left for her out in those woods. She’d taken so much time to retrieve it safely. When she’d opened it, Veronica knew from the first page it was a spellbook that fit her perfectly and she’d be able to do everything she wished. Her abilities and powers would know no limit. They’d grow organically, and sh

However, what she was currently facing was not just an ordinary person, but the leader of the evil organization Schneider whose goal is to exterminate all supernatural beings who do not agree with his ideology and create a new world. Theodore stared at her in astonishment as soon as he heard the answer, successfully creating nervousness in her heart. It seemed Theodore realised that she was lying. His stare is so scary …, Veronica muttered to herself, shuddering in horror, avoiding Theodore’s glare. “I am afraid I have to disagree with you, Miss Darren.” Yup. She was not imagining thing. Theodore did know that she was lying. "Hey, is it just me, or does it feel like the temperature in this r

Abigail led Daniel to her usual table in the back of the coffee shop. “Now that I have you all to myself, there are a few things that I would like to go over,” Daniel began. “ I am not a human, well a normal one. I’m pretty sure you already noticed my eyes.” Daniel smiled. “I work for Lucifer, and so do a lot of people in your life actually, but we will discuss that later. Right now I want to explain some things in your past, first of which is that Azria is not dead. He actually can’t die, he’s a prince of hell. He actually raped you, he shape shifted into that stupid teacher. You were wondering how they had the same eyes, right.” Abigail was in shock that Daniel knew about her most recent n

It was a hydra. Kunle’s voice cut back in, tighter now. “I’ve managed to trace the administrative contact for the ‘Veritas’ trust. It’s managed by a boutique, ultra-discreet law firm in Geneva. The named managing partner for the account…” He paused. “Say it,” William commanded. “Alistair Thorne.” The name dropped into the silence like a depth charge.