Black Veil Long Novels & Stories

I gripped his hand to channel as much magic as possible that will be needed to cover the entire pack. We were halfway into raising the protection spell when a dark veil appeared up in the sky, covering the entire pack. "What the hell is that?" I heard Kole mutter behind me, and the fear in my gut rose. "It's trouble," I muttered under my breath, "It's a black veil. We were stripped of our magic.” “Rowan. This has his signature written all over it. He and those Elder bastards have found us.” Kole said furiously. The Elders have found us, that was why I have been so damn uneasy.

Daniel asked without taking his amused look off Sam. “It will be another time, my girlfriend is indisposed and we have to go back,” Arthur answered half uncomfortably. He didn't like that man, just as he didn't like the fact that he was a friend of the Deltons and Jones, it was obvious that he was part of their shady business. “By the way, you didn't answer my question,” Daniel attacked. “It's a private question, Mr. White. You alone have had the decency to ask about my bride's veil, it is a custom in her country," he lied to get out of the way.

I had to get out of there, but not before I peeked inside the secret room. I took the pen that he let fall and drew the songbird code on my wrist. I then made out in search of my way towards it. Once I got to it, I knocked. Just as I suspected, they inquired for the code. I exposed my fake tattoo then suddenly, the door jolted open. It revealed a long, stretched, bare, dark corridor illuminated by red and pink neon lights. Was it some sort of club? The girl who had opened the door, stepped out from behind it and pushed it, closed. She had red hair which most of it was tucked under her black beanie. She had on a black mask covering the lower part of her face, her eyes the only ones visible.

whispered the man in a deep voice, then closed the taxi door. Valerie still looked back, saw the man still standing at the bus stop against the dark background, until then the man was out of sight. It was only a few moments later that Valerie realized that she was still wearing the man's black coat.

As long as 'they' leave him alone, he gladly becomes a blind and deaf person, momentarily. Fifteen minutes passed in an excruciatingly slow manner. A startling scream is sounding from behind, and it is a girl's scream. Rather than a scream, it's more like a desperate wailing. He felt shivers running down his spine. That scream spelled trouble for him. Should he investigate? He shouldn't, right?

I apologize’’ I turned to look directly at his face for the first time since I came here and I froze at what I saw. He was magnificent, an actual work of art. Handsome or beautiful or even a combination of both did not come close to describing just how gorgeous he was with his long wavy mane of thick black hair and piercing black eyes coupled with a face that can only be thought to exist in the imagination or within the pages of a book and let’s not forget the undoubtedly mouth-watering bod encased in the grey silk robe he wore.

The man asked stammering as he looked in Boss’ eyes. “I would like to saunter myself.” The boss said taking off his coat and taking out the cap from his bag. He wore the cap and went out walking past the man by the door. He was wearing a total black attire making him look suspicious of himself. People on Island wore more bright and colorful dresses and they preferred colorful dresses and surrounding too over dull and black and gloomy ones. Roads had flowers on their sides giving a very beautiful view. But Boss hated the all the colors except Red. Of course he loved the color of blood very much.Afterall blood was his love.

He was going to find out Nimue's plan. He just prayed that she was still alive but knowing Zephyr, the chances were slim. ************ Bellona's face was blistered and her eyelids swollen, nearly shut. Her black long hair fell to the front, covering her face as her head hanged forward. She was tied to an electric chair in the dungeon and she looked so worn out. Her cries came from deep within her chest, her throat was parched and her lips chapped. She tried to speak and her lips quivered but no sound came from her throat.

I knew I was going to hell. My name is Olivia. Think of a beautiful lady of 22 yrs, elegant and charming in appearance like the roses of the valley. The worst thing I hate is trouble because I have a delicate heart and never had it crossed my mind to ever hurt a fly but here I am, behind a Hilux with cuffs on my wrists while a chain engulfed my ankles like a criminal. Looking beside me, I saw men dressed in army uniform at my both sides, handling a deadly rifle which they would use to send any unfortunate being to an early grave. None of them were smiling. They look scary and fear grips my fragile heart.

He said, his voice flat, eyes fixed ahead like ice that refused to melt. “Why?” I asked, the question slipping out before I could stop it, curiosity tugging at the edge of my voice. “Are you gay?” I asked again, my voice showed disgust. He burst into laughter, “No I'm not.” He said, his facial expression cold, “Is it Emilia?” I asked again, waiting for an answer. He shrugged, “Maybe, you know for some reason she's my first love.” He said, I could see the sadness in eyes, “I'm really sorry.” I said as my hands reached for his, gently rubbing them in quiet consolation. He nodded like a child and said, “I want you to come with me in two days time, I will be going to my father's mansion for his