Vile Evil Hides Under The Veil Novels & Stories

As she raced, the cold night air stinging at her skin and her breath coming in loud, frightened gasps, she could hear her father's remarks, which were as deadly as the booze on his breath. "You're worthless, just like your mother." She gritted her teeth and ducked into the tight alley, the sound of footsteps behind her driving her onward. "Please, let me find somewhere to hide," she muttered. As she slid around the bend and collided with a wall of muscle, her heart pounded. Before she could collapse, iron-clad hands clamped down on her arms.

She looked into the book, although she couldn't read it. "It's called pèplo tis Lítis, translating to The Veil Of Oblivion." Elke's reaction was instant. She gasped and recoiled in horror, her hand flying to her mouth. Every remnant of sleep she felt eluded her immediately as her heart began racing faster than normal. "What did... What did you just say, Sheera?" Sheera's brows pinched in uncertainty. "It's called the Veil Of..." "No, don't repeat it. Don't!" Elke shook her head vehemently, her voice coming out in a husky whisper.

It was a time of unmaking. The Red Veil, it said, was the result of a forbidden union between wolfkind and something else. Something beyond the veil of spirit and realm. A Mother of Shadows, nameless, ancient. She chose vessels. She corrupted them. Gifted them with powers that defied the natural laws of the moon. And then, she was sealed away, her vessels destroyed. Or so the elders believed. But a note was scrawled in the margins, barely legible. One will return. A heart bound to blood. She will rise beneath the blood moon, and the gates will open once more.

I stood stunned and I slowly turned, “I can feel it… you’re slipping.” I tilted my head, smirking. “Scared the mask might fall off soon?” He arched his brows in confusion, I watched his jaw twitch. I burst into a loud laughter even if I don't know any secrets about him, but there must be something he's hiding, as an investigative journalist I know there's something. “Victor, stay away from me.” I said, with another smirk on my lips, then I turned and walked out not minding his expression.

Jesus. The veil scene. The fucking veil scene. He's coming on it, using it to gag her. It’s the ultimate blasphemy. That symbol of modesty, of being unveiled for one man, turned into a tool for her degradation by another. It’s so profoundly wrong. And reading it, part of me, a deep, hidden, furious part, felt a jolt of electric recognition. The ultimate transgression.

The veil. That slip of silver-gauze had haunted him from the moment Elianna stepped into his throne hall, hiding her expression, her lineage—perhaps even her allegiance. In all his centuries, few mortals dared mask themselves in his presence. Fewer still survived the boldness. Yet something about the girl’s quiet resolve—a kind of gravity beyond fear—gave him pause. She was no trembling courtling playing at mystery; the veil was part of her armor, a wall behind which secrets breathed.

“Everything all right?” “Just discussing your favorite subject,” Riven called from camp. “You.” Kyren’s eyes didn’t leave mine. “Stay close when we cross. The Veil plays tricks. It will use anything it can to even your thoughts.” “Like what?” I asked. He hesitated. “Like me.” When dusk fell, the Veil came alive. The sky turned the color of dying embers, and the air thickened with heat and whispers. We stood at the ravine’s edge, staring into the red mist that churned below.

His eyes were glued to me, devoid of guilt toward Elena or the child she was carrying, and stripped of any shame over being exposed in public. I was well aware that he wasn't actually looking at me. He was looking at the power behind me that could put him back on the pedestal he craved. For that, he was willing to give up everything, including his unborn child. At that moment, the cold and selfish nature he hid so well was laid bare. One of his friends walked up to me and looked ashamed. "I'm sorry, Jasmine. We were deceived and said a lot of awful things. We misunderstood you. Don't worry, we won't ever defend Elena again."

Alexa I turned my back and walked away, the tears trickling down my face. I need to stop thinking he’s on my side. He’s hiding the truth from me for fuck sake, how can he be the good guy? He’s been betrothed to Chloe from birth; I can’t break that. They are all supposed to be brought down by me. But for now….just for now, I just need to sob my heart out. So I quickened my pace, rushing back to the workers quarters. My vision was in a blur, but I could sense the judging, mocking gazes of the maids as I ran to my room.

They always do. They part just enough to let me through. Then seal again behind me. Hidden. Untouchable. Safe. This is what’s left of us. Not a pack. Not what we used to be. But wolves— Alive. Because of them. Because of the witches. The clearing opens slowly, structures hidden between trees, reinforced and carefully maintained, smoke rising faintly from one side where fires burn low and controlled. Movement shifts instantly. They feel me before they see me. Then they see her.