A Game Of Veils Novels & Stories

Let the Veil decide. **The Fall** We land in a field of dying stars. The dagger dissolves. Eden's scar fades. Above us, the Daughters and Lila war, their battle a symphony of light and lies. Kael's voice whispers through the void. *"Run. *Run*."* We do. The game isn't over. But the players are changing. The stars here aren't stars-they're scars.

Unlike her who hid hers for fear of being discovered. He took her chin delicately over the veil that covered her face as if protecting it from the outside, he wanted to admire her hazel orbs a little more since he did not have the privilege of delighting with such exotic and beautiful eyes because their owner kept avoiding his gaze. She began to feel uncomfortable and naked before him, but she did not want to break the contact for some strange reason.

Preparing for the final battle. The war for the Veil had truly begun. 🌙

“You’re sure about this?” Elior didn’t answer immediately. He wasn’t sure of anything. But he had come too far to turn back. “I am.” Rael, ever the strategist, crossed his arms. “Then we need a plan. If we do this, we do it right. The Veil doesn’t just let go of its hold without a fight.” Elior nodded. “Then we make it fight us on our terms.” The Ritual of Unmaking

With camera equipment, backdrops, makeup, racks and racks of dresses. Vanessa turned to her. “Shall we begin?”

Roselia managed to answer as the man raised his hands towards her, she flinched in far and instinctively closed her eyes, thinking the man was going to hurt her. But that didn't happen. Slowing, shocked Roselia opened her eyes. He didn't say a word. Her twenty-second birthday couldn't get any better, all this happening in one night? She reasoned within herself. He was solely focused on the reddish-brown violin, made of wood. For some reason, the once dangerious glaciers in his eyes seemed to be suddenly replaced with a now odd blankness. She glared downwards and noticed his hand touching the edge of the violin. Filled with confusion, Roselia froze in a place, her heart racing drastically. Th

she said, not an ounce of fear in her eyes. "You don't have to attack me like that. I will not take this insolence from you, we both want something from each other, both a means to an end so you will not talk to me like I'm some sort of dirty dog while you are the saint" I fired back at her. She looked at me for a long time. Her face softened with each passing second. Finally, she laughed and shook her head, removing the shawl that was wrapped around her. She was wearing a veil underneath, one that made me wonder why she had the shawl in the first place.

his words ignited love in their very essence for each other. Eizlina hugged him again. “I love you so much, my Eron..” she spoke, closing her eyes in the embrace of her serenity. His arms tightened around his solace. “I love you more, my Eizlin….” And that's here we reached the destination of the twisted yet beautiful journey of The Veil and Its Sinner.

This isn’t over. The Veilborne didn’t lose. It won.