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The Custodian of the Veil

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Synopsis
Soulbonds aren’t supposed to break. Spirit pathways aren’t supposed to fracture. But in the misty town of Westvale, the rules no longer hold. When Hanae Moreou, a spirit custodian trained to mend broken soul threads, is dispatched to Westvale to investigate a disrupted bond, she stumbles into something far darker—ancient predators with fangs lurking beyond the veil of the living. The shifter community known as The Circle, protectors of the hidden village Vaelhara, has long watched over the balance. But their harmony is cracking. Bonds are failing, souls are slipping, and their hunters are losing their way. As Hanae races to repair what’s been severed, she finds herself entangled in a conflict between shifters and vampires, between duty and desire, between the sacred and the forbidden. When bonds break and fangs sink deep, What will you protect? The soul, the law, or the one who chose you?
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Chapter 1 - Prologue

There are threads that weave this world together.

Unseen, unheard—yet always present—binding human souls to the realms beyond sight.

We call them spirit pathways.

Lines that guide life, tether souls, and uphold the balance.

But not everyone can see them.

And not everyone who sees them can bear the weight they carry.

Some call us Sentinels— the guardian.

Others dismiss us as remnants of old traditions clinging to life.

But when the threads begin to fray, when spirits lose their anchor, when the bonds between souls start to snap—

They call us.

The Custodians.

I am Hanae Moreou, Sentinel.

Not the strongest, nor the chosen.

Just a seeker, a reader of paths.

My duty is simple: mend what is broken, reconnect what is severed, and guide what is lost.

But this time, the broken threads have led me to a place even the elder custodians hesitate to touch.

A small town named Westvale, where the fog is too thick, and the shadows walk too close.

A place where furred hunters call themselves family.

A place where something—or someone—has begun to consume souls slowly, leaving hollow shells that still breathe.

They thought it was merely a fracture of wandering spirits.

But the pathways never lie.

I saw it.

There are fangs waiting beyond the veil.

There are bonds being torn apart by force.

And there are hearts adrift, trapped between fangs and bonds.

This isn't just another mission.

This is a battle against those who dwell between the boundaries.

And I—this custodian of the veil—

Must choose a side before it all unravels.