The Six Shadows of Veles

Vergessene Götter. Verfluchte Könige. Geister, die nie gegangen sind.
Das sind keine Namen aus Büchern, sondern Flüstern, das der Knochenwind trägt, Echos, gefangen unter gefrorener Erde.

In der Mythenwelt von Veles Streetwear erheben sich sechs Wesen aus dem Abgrund zwischen Legende und Albtraum. Sie herrschten nie gemeinsam. Sie sprachen nie mit einer Stimme. Doch ihre Präsenz bleibt, in Träumen, auf Schlachtfeldern, in vergessenen Schreinen.

Awaken the Goddess

Einst herrschte sie schweigend unter der Erde, gekrönt von Knochen und Blüten. Nun öffnen sich ihre Augen erneut, gerufen durch Blut, Trauer und Erinnerung. Sie spricht in Träumen, und jene, die zuhören, erwachen verändert.
→ Die Toten erinnern sich. Und die Göttin erhebt sich.

Temple of Bones

They built no stone shrine — only horns, ash, and silence. The Temple of Bones stands at the edge of this world and the next, watched by ravens and guarded by those who never left. Step inside, and you leave your name behind.
→ Not all gods wear faces.

Skeleton Viking Rises

Buried with his axe and hatred still burning, he clawed his way out of Helheim. A warrior beyond death, cursed to walk again until the red moon falls. He does not speak — he conquers.
→ Rage lives longer than flesh.

Silent God of the Wilds

No temple holds him. No prayer reaches him. But in the stillness between trees, when breath catches and light dies, he watches. Horned and eternal, he judges without words.
→ The forest has no mercy. Only memory.

Seer of the Forgotten

Her voice is a candle flicker in the dark — faint, but eternal. She speaks for those lost to time, burned from stories, buried in frost. She remembers what the world chose to forget.
→ Every flame is a soul. Every soul returns.

Crown of the Damned

He ruled a realm beyond frost, where the stars never rise and the winds carry screams. Betrayed by his own blood, he bound his soul to the crown — and cursed every heir that followed.
→ The crown never forgets.