THE STATIC VEIL ​By Wolfiea.E ​The world isn't what you see. It's what you can't forget. ​Detective Elias Thorne lives in the "Static." While the rest of the city sees a clean, modern metropolis, Elias sees the glitching echoes of the past and the bloody shadows of the next ten seconds. To most, he's just a washed-up alcoholic cop. To the hidden predators ruling the city, he is the only man who can see the teeth behind their smiles. ​When a high-society murder reveals a trail leading to "The Larder"-a secret harvesting ground for the city's elite. Elias is thrust into a war he never asked for. Alongside a black-market alchemist named Sloane and a rogue werewolf named Fenris, Elias must navigate the "Mire" of creatures hiding in the dark. ​The city is not governed; it is managed by a biological elite Vampires who use illegal biotech and nanotech to hide their predatory nature behind high-society boardrooms. They are supported by "The Mire," a hidden underworld of Witches, black-market alchemists dealing in neurotoxins and Werewolves, genetically enhanced enforcers who hunt anyone who sees too much. ​As Elias discovers the horrifying truth that the elite are harvesting the DNA of children to steal his "Static" powers for themselves, he must make a choice: succumb to the permanent silence of his madness, or tear back the veil and burn the architecture of the monsters to the ground. ​Armed with a potent neurotoxin and a vision that is slowly tearing his mind apart, Elias is the only thing standing between the city and a future it can't escape.

"You are a long way from home, little wolf." "Stay back, I am not afraid of you." "Oh but you should be wolf, I can be your worst nightmare." He took a step closer and it hit him; her blood. Aliyah has passed through three mating seasons but she was still left without a mate. Being the only child of the alpha, everyone was looking forward to who her mate would be as he would be the next alpha of their pack. But she seemed to have let everyone down while the moon goddess has forgotten her. Not wanting to accept her fate, Aliyah sneaks out every night to different packs searching for the wolf worthy enough to be her mate while avoiding their nemesis; The Nightwalkers. Prince Edward suddenly awoke from his slumber to find his mate, but he was not prepared for what was in store for him.

Bad blood doesn't fade. It learns to hide. Power is inherited. Secrets are buried. And some bloodlines were never meant to be clean. When the past resurfaces, loyalty is tested, and control becomes a weapon. This isn't a story about monsters. It's about the men who learned to live as one.

The plague of the witch's reign ended nearly two centuries ago, their age of power over the realm of Vytelor finally ceasing at the hands of the royal family. Throughout the eighty-year war, they managed to find the witch's weaknesses, they learned where their magic stemmed from, and with their armies strategized a way to make it end. A way to slaughter the most powerful of them, and force the rest into surrender. The Kendrick family then formulated a plan. A witch's magic is an important element with many uses, many of which the people agreed that they couldn't live without. They couldn't eradicate them completely. Spells of protection, enchantments that provide the body with warmth in snow, or sigils cast into the skin to bring luck or health. Their ability to tap into one's soul. To see one as one's most sincere self, and even go as far as reaching to discover one's soul bond, one's truest match. Such abilities couldn't go to waste regardless of the potential danger. Their use was priceless, and they had become easy enough to control under the right hand. Discipline and restraints were enough to keep their anger and vengeance from turning into anything truly harmful. Thus, the royals set out an order for containment instead. Grimoires filled with history and knowledge were collected and burned, save for a select few. Something similar happened with the witches themselves. Witches of the new generation grew up lacking knowledge of how to tap into their potential and were, from there, deemed no threat. These witches were sold off to me, no more than help in a homestead to those who could afford them. Those few that were picked and permitted to wield their magic were trained solely in the art of what the kingdom wanted them for. No more, and no less. Now was the time for Prince Elias to take his throne, but first must come to he ceremony with a witch to find who his soul's bond is. Followed by a hunt with his men to find her, and make her his Queen.