Witch Veils Novels & Stories

“Something that means we stand between worlds. Wing Corp… Dawlya… royalty… magic… we’re bridging all of it.” “Bridgers?” Kael made a face. “Absolutely not. Sounds like a construction crew.” Lees snapped her fingers. “What about Veilkeepers?” Everyone froze. Avi lifted her head. “Veilkeepers?” Lees shrugged. “The Circle hides behind a veil ordinary people can’t see. Avi walks between that veil and the real world. And we’ll be the team that guards that boundary.” Verek nodded slowly. “It implies responsibility. Balance.” Kael’s expression shifted into something thoughtful. “And combat capacity.”

Not since they had re-wired my veins with blood drawn from lineages that never should’ve commingled. Hybrid. They’d labeled me. A weapon. A last-ditch effort. I’d always believed I was a failure of that effort. A loose end. A mistake no one wanted to acknowledge had been made. I wasn’t so sure now. I dropped to a crouch beside the moss-edged rim of a shattered fountain, fingers trailing the chipped sigils that had been carved beneath centuries of grime. They were Thornveil. Ancient. Complex. Binding sigils that had been used during the early Dragon War, where territory lines didn’t matter, and control was the only endgame.

Liquid metal slid down my skin like tears of mercury. The runes screamed as they dissolved. The guards fell back completely now, fear naked in their eyes. The shadows surged forward, curling around my legs—not suffocating. Protecting. Matron Iskrya fell to her knees. “She carries the Veil,” she breathed. The word echoed. Veil. I had never heard it before. Rhaegon looked at her sharply. “Explain.” But she was staring at me like I was the end of something. Or the beginning.

Witches on the city walls began shouting in alarm. High Witch Elowen’s voice echoed across the battlefield. “The Veil is reacting!” The crack in the sky grew wider. Not much. Just enough that something darker could be seen behind it. Not stars. Not space. Something deeper. Like a vast ocean of shadow pressing against the barrier of reality. Seraphine forced herself to focus. “What do the whispers mean?” she asked through clenched teeth. The Immortal looked grim. “The Veil is alive in ways most species never understood.”

Her whole arm extended, finger aimed at the sky, her face turned upward with an expression that was pure Thornblood, pure recognition, something she had been taught to identify and had hoped she would never see. I looked up. There were two moons. The first one sat where it always sat. The second had risen beside it, enormous, three times the size of the first, the colour of old blood, casting a red light across the road and the tree line and all of our faces. Vera stepped out of the truck and looked up and grabbed my arm. "The Veil is already tearing," she whispered. Her voice was stripped of everything except urgency. "Not in hours. We have hours, not days. This changes everything.”

Eyes. On me. I turned slightly. And there she was. Violet. Standing like she had been waiting. Of course she had. Her gaze moved over me slowly. Taking everything in. Not curious. Not surprised. Just… aware. “You went outside,” she said. Not a question. I crossed my arms lightly. “I have legs.” “That’s not what I meant.” “I know.” Her lips curved slightly. Not quite a smile. “You’re adjusting quickly.” “I’m adapting.” “That’s dangerous.”

Damien replied quietly. "I don't think she is." The doors opened completely. A lone woman walked into the chamber. Tall. Graceful. Her silver-white hair flowed down her back, untouched by age. A dark cloak rested over her shoulders, embroidered with the emblem of the Order of the Eclipse. Across her left eye ran a long, faded scar. But it was her violet eyes that held everyone's attention. They were unnaturally bright. Filled with intelligence. And absolute certainty. Behind her, dozens of armed members of the Order entered the chamber.

their faces were all pale. "Your Grace," the witch said breathlessly. "Spirits… spirits have stirred. The veil is thin. Something old and dangerous is reaching through. The eclipse is a trigger, just like before." Then one of the palace’s seers stumbled into the hallway and collapsed. Her body convulsed violently. I rushed to her, giving Kael to a guard. Her eyes rolled into her head and she began speaking in tongues. Her voice became filled with echoes that were not her own.