Secrets of Veil High

Chapter 15: The Dark Ritual

On the day of the meeting, Ava, Ethan, and Lila stood in front of the school’s administration, the weight of their evidence resting in their hands. Ava could feel the tension in the air, a mixture of anticipation and anxiety as they prepared to present their findings.

“Thank you for coming,” the principal said, eyeing them with curiosity. “What’s this about?”

Ava took a deep breath, her heart pounding in her chest. “We need to talk about the Circe Society and the rituals they’ve been conducting. There’s a dark history tied to Veil High, and it’s time the truth comes out.”

As she spoke, she laid out their evidence—the photographs, the records of past tragedies, and the testimonies of those who had experienced the strange occurrences around the school. She could see the skepticism in the administration’s eyes, but she pressed on.

“This isn’t just about a group of students dabbling in the supernatural. It’s about lives that have been lost, families torn apart. We can’t let history repeat itself,” Ava insisted, her voice growing stronger.

Just as she finished, a loud crash echoed through the building, and the lights flickered. Panic rippled through the room as the air grew thick with darkness. Ava could feel the shadows coiling around them, threatening to consume everything in their path.

“We have to go!” Ethan shouted, grabbing Ava and Lila’s hands as they rushed toward the door.

As they ran through the halls, the darkness pressed in around them, twisting and writhing like a living entity. Ava’s heart raced as she caught glimpses of the dark figures that had haunted her dreams—lost souls seeking vengeance for the tragedies that had unfolded.

They burst into the courtyard, where the members of the Circe Society stood in a circle, chanting fervently, their faces twisted with rage. The energy crackled in the air, and Ava realized they were trying to summon the very darkness that had plagued the school for years.

“Stop!” Ava shouted, but her voice was swallowed by the chaos.

With determination, she stepped forward, willing to confront the darkness head-on. “We won’t let you continue this cycle of tragedy!” she yelled, her voice rising above the chaos.

As she spoke, she felt a surge of energy coursing through her, a connection to the past that fueled her resolve. The dark figures began to swirl around the circle, their whispers rising into a cacophony of despair.

Ava focused on the energy surrounding her, channeling her determination into a shield against the shadows. “You can’t control us!” she declared, her voice resonating with strength.

With a flash of light, the darkness recoiled, and the chanting ceased. The Circe Society members looked around in shock, uncertainty flooding their faces.

“Join us!” the dark-haired boy shouted, desperation spilling from his voice. “We can harness this power together!”

“No!” Ava replied, her heart racing. “This power isn’t meant to be controlled. It’s meant to be set free!”

With a final surge of energy, Ava unleashed a wave of light, illuminating the courtyard and banishing the shadows. The dark figures shrieked and dissipated, leaving the Circe Society members trembling in fear.