Vile Evil Hides Under The Veil Novels & Stories

Hideous's voice cut through the silence, his tone firm and resolute. If it weren't for the glass in between them, Hideous might have used his torturing method on this woman. However, because of this glass, he couldn't even put his hands on her neck to straggle her. Lilia sat before him, her gaze vacant, as if lost in the depths of her own despair. She murmured softly, almost to herself, "Sherly, she's the root of all the evil."

Elevated in rank, respected in title, though not always in treatment. What she never truly understood was that within the Veil, power was everything. Most humans lived and died without ever knowing what lay beyond it—not a poetic veil, but a real shroud stretching for miles, separating two worlds. Hidden behind that barrier stood the Werewolf Dominion, a civilization thriving in secret beside human cities.

Veronica's POV: "Are you sure the veil was to hide her scent? Veiled werewolves in my pack are called the maidens of the moon goddess. How come her veil is to cover her scent." He was doubting me. "Are you now doubting me, my love?" "Of course not." He shook his head. "Then take what I tell you Dante." I hopped away from him, took the veil from the floor, stumbled on a book lying there carelessly. It must be for her.

Thalia's tense shoulders sagged down and, she plopped on the floor, staring aimlessly into the horizon. "What have I done?" She muttered under her breath. She is aware Johnny is not a typical spirit. The more distinctive appearance spirit had, the more frightening its power. And Johnny is an evil soul, full of grudges and heavy with grievances. He will create havoc and a big one too. Thalia is sure about it. She doomed her college's future with an unavoidable plight called Johnny. "Is this what Mai means by the evil being is being tied by a simple promise? That they will do anything to unbind themselves and cause more trouble in the human world?"

Angel didn’t mind backing down when she knew it was in her best interest to know what these people knew. Hunter was flabbergasted he asked more calmly “Can someone tell me what is going on?” Michael simply handed him the piece of paper, they watched as all the color drained from Hunter’s face and he stared in stunned disbelief at Angel. When the letter had been passed around to everyone in the room who had just arrived. Michael spoke saying “It appears that Stacia wasn’t off with her friend that summer, she’d gone into hiding to give birth to her daughter. Whom she then gave to someone.”

Through the glacial veins she grew in their walls, she listened to the fearful whispers after every death and disappearance. A warrior who had molested her was caught in one of her traps. He pulled desperately at his foot encased in the blue of her veins. Toying with him, Loera giggled as she sent a towering whirlwind at him. “Who’s there?” “Today, you will die,” she whispered.

''That was Hades, the ruler of the Underworld, the prince of darkness, and my mate,''I said, ''Gosh, do you really expect me to believe all that?" she said with a frown. ''I know, I know, it's difficult to believe, but it's true.'' I said, ''What is? You want me to believe then that I'm in the underworld and that I am mated to, or well, fated to be with some dude I don't know? No way, I just want to go home,'' she said, choking at her last word, on her last sentence, and honestly, that was the most apt reaction. Anybody else would have said the exact same thing, but maybe I am just weird.

CHAPTER 11 — Cold & Warm A younger woman appeared at the top of the grand staircase. Her hair was loose, and she wore a casual yet expensive matching blouse and skirt that made her look effortlessly beautiful. With familiar brown eyes and facial structure, Kallista thought she must be a Hawthorne. “You must be the new bride,” the woman said, descending the stairs with an intimidating grace. “Lila,” Evelyn said sharply. “What?” Lila shrugged, her sharp blue eyes raking over Kallista. “I’m just introducing myself. Lila Hawthorne, Jaxon’s cousin.”

His admission hung in the air like a heavy shroud, forcing Olivia to grapple with the weight of his vulnerability. In that moment, the layers of her perception began to peel back. She saw the hurt in his eyes, a profound well of emotion that shook her to her core. The revelation rattled her, igniting a whirlwind of doubt about everything she thought she knew about him. Could the man standing before her be the very embodiment of the turmoil she sought to escape?

A name that tasted like bitter ash on my tongue, a reminder of failure, disgrace, and betrayal. She had done the unthinkable. Ventured into the Hidden Valley. That cursed place, swallowed by dense, creeping fog and poisonous Violet Flowers—its very air thick with magic and menace. Even the bravest lost their way there, their souls slipping away into darkness. Rumors and whispers surrounded the valley, tales of ancient secrets and power that no one alive should touch. Only those who dared to defy fate went there. And my reckless daughter—blind and foolish—had stepped into its deadly embrace.