Amaka Eze never planned to look back. As a respected journalist living in Brussels, she built a life far from the shadows of her childhood in Nigeria. But when a mysterious letter arrives—mentioning a secret she thought was buried with her father—everything changes.

Her father wasn’t just a historian. He was a man who knew things people wanted forgotten. His death was sudden, suspicious, and left behind questions no one dared to ask. Until now.

As Amaka begins to dig into the past, she uncovers a trail of hidden truths, political corruption, and dangerous secrets that stretch across continents. With the help of Dimeji, a trusted friend and investigator, she must decide how far she’s willing to go to uncover the truth—and what she’s willing to lose.

This is a story about legacy, love, betrayal, and the cost of lifting the veil on history. If you enjoy mystery, romance, and powerful storytelling rooted in both Nigerian and European culture, The Archivist’s Veil will pull you in and never let go.

The safe house in Enugu was quiet, but tension pulsed like a heartbeat. Kite had recovered enough to walk. Dimeji's shoulder was healing. Ejiro had stopped cursing love—temporarily.


"The boy from Nsukka. The one drawing veil symbols. He's been found… but Luc has him, in a leash, his with the erasers."


"A hideout near the old shrine in Nsukka. We move now—with backup."


As they drove, Nkemdilim clutched her necklace. It pulsed faintly. She remembered her mother's words:


"This necklace carries memory. Yours. Mine. And those yet to come."


The boy—Chimobi—had a ring. Ancient. Etched with the same symbols. Passed down from his grandfather, a revered spiritualist who once walked with the veil.


They weren't related. But they were connected.


The team arrived with a small police unit. The hideout was buried in the hills, surrounded by silence.


Then the lead Eraser stepped out—tall, masked, voice like gravel.


"You came for the boy. But he's already chosen."


Behind him stood Chimobi, eyes glowing faintly, ring shimmering.


But before they could move—Chimobi raised his hand.


The police dropped their weapons. Eyes glazed. Minds blank.


"He's using veil-based mind control. Luc taught him."


"You wear the necklace. I wear the ring. We are the same. But I see clearer now. Luc showed me."


"He's using you. The veil isn't meant to control—it's meant to protect."


The symbols on his ring flared. Nkemdilim's necklace responded—glowing, resisting.


"Because we're both sides of the same coin. But you've been flipped."


"He doesn't need to stop. He needs to obey."


Suddenly—Kite fired. The commander dropped. The spell broke. The police gasped, regaining consciousness.


Chapter 13 - The ring.