Vile Evil Hides Under The Veil Novels & Stories

Xyla and Stanley were freezing and both shocked by the peculiar scene they were seeing. The elevator incident was strange enough, but whatever this was made it even weirder. There were no longer in the real world. According to myths, red spider lilies only grew along the pathway to hell. Xyla couldn’t help but think they had gone to the Underworld somehow. Did the elevator take them all the way down to hell? She couldn’t help but gasp at the thought. Stanley frowned as he gazed at his wife. “Don’t be afraid. No matter where this place is, I will protect you.”

The vision of the other man, hidden under a black hood, loomed and moved like a viper. Evelyn was certain that if she said the wrong thing, she would definitely, absolutely, without a doubt, die here. Evelyn had to silently cover her mouth and shake her head.

She took a cab and was driven to her house. An hour later, Alice stood next to Zade in the underground garage. A backpack containing her things hung on her left shoulder. Her eyes couldn’t hide their fascination as she checked out the private helicopter. It was obviously built by Vclass Mobile, and now she perfectly understood why they were trillionaires — they had the best engineers. Alice couldn’t wait to get into the helicopter. She could see Saint and Fox out of the corner of her eye, clearly steering clear of her. Good.

Her palms clenched when he thrusted his face closer to her, but right before pressing his mouth against hers, Eizlina witnessed him covering both of their heads with her veil. It startled her. What kind of a psycho man was he? “This veil will ruin you, Eizlina Theron Elzaek,” his words caused her soul to quiver, while that malice in his eyes numbed her heart. And with that promise, he pressed his lips against hers. Eizlina closed her glossy eyes, feeling the warmth of his mouth engulfing her. They both tasted her tears. And that was here, she lost her very first kiss to this cruel man, unaware that very soon, she was going to lose herself to him and his brutality irredeemably.

I knew I was going to hell. My name is Olivia. Think of a beautiful lady of 22 yrs, elegant and charming in appearance like the roses of the valley. The worst thing I hate is trouble because I have a delicate heart and never had it crossed my mind to ever hurt a fly but here I am, behind a Hilux with cuffs on my wrists while a chain engulfed my ankles like a criminal. Looking beside me, I saw men dressed in army uniform at my both sides, handling a deadly rifle which they would use to send any unfortunate being to an early grave. None of them were smiling. They look scary and fear grips my fragile heart.

It was a labyrinth—a complex, winding path that led to a central, hidden chamber. ​"He’s learning to hide the center in plain sight," Emiliano whispered, a look of profound, terrifying pride on his face. ​The Valenti family had survived the past, secured the present, and were now actively molding the future. The transactional marriage had become a monolith, and under the watchful eyes of the Architect and the Master Builder, the Heir was learning that the greatest wall is the one the enemy doesn't even realize they are standing outside of.

Celine shrugs, “It was mostly out of spite in the end. He was a part of a group called ‘The Veil.’. As far as we understand it ‘The Veil’ was originally a group dedicated to encouraging all peoples to work together for the betterment of all, but there are parts of it that have become ‘corrupt’ for want of a better term. The aim of those sections is the subjugation of humans, if not their outright extermination. We dismantled the one in England.” Eva puts her cup of tea down.

My sworn enemy that they were bringing back to life and I was more bored than anything else. Gwynn chuckled. "Don't let the coldness of the veil lead you down a path towards death, champion. You would not enjoy the Underworld." I ran his words through my mind again. "The coldness of the veil?" Why did these guys all speak in riddles? He nodded. "The veil mutes all but the most intense of emotions. A form of stasis, of rest, it allows time to pass unnoticed." "So, really I'm freaking out. But since I'm in the veil it comes out as disinterest and boredom?" I asked.

Luckily, word had reached her of our new hideout. After introductions were made, we settled in, all of us eager to hear whatever Vee had to say. It had better be good. She gazed at each individual in the room as we crowded into the space. Once she was finished with her sweep, she said, “You should know that I will personally travel through the Underworld, hunt you down, and curse you for all of eternity if any of you whisper a word of this to anyone outside this room.” Vee tapped lightly on her bottom lip. “Though I do believe you’re all trustworthy, it doesn’t hurt to put that out there.”

Armand had perfected the art of blending in, earning the trust of both staff and students. One evening, while the school was asleep, Armand slipped into the library and retrieved an ancient scroll. The scroll detailed a forbidden ritual that could harness the power of the Veil. With a smirk, he whispered to himself, “Soon, "The Sanctum of Mirrorswill fall.” --- The Cryptic Veil The entrance to the Cryptic Veil was hidden beneath the old chapel. Guided by their spells and Anna’s visions, the group descended into the cavern. The air grew colder with every step, and the walls glistened with an otherworldly light.