Born With The Veil Novels & Stories

Ken grinned, clapping his hands together as one of his assistant brought in a box. "I got this tulle veil imported just for you" Ken smiled. My hair had been put up in a loose bun, leaving my bangs as it is while the veil elegantly flowed with my every move. The veil was not just long, it was long enough to drag. "My little baby grew up" Mom said, wiping her tears. "Mom, I'm not going away forever" I chuckled. "Oh my, what happened to the tomboyish Natalie?" Tony teased. "Chris" Juli called.

With hands clasped in prayer and eyes softly shut, their expressions turned solemn with silent wishes. During the Veil Festival, young women would cover their faces with veils and come to the riverside to release flower garlands into the water. It was a quiet ritual—one that symbolized their wish for a partner who would cherish and protect them, someone who would walk beside them through life. In moments like this, with garlands swaying on the river and hopes whispered into the night, every woman along the river seemed to shine with a sacred, gentle beauty. But Selena, at this very moment, had no interest in such sentimental traditions.

The veil was in her hair, in an impossible to understand bun, because the hairdresser had obviously made a great choice. - My God, you look so beautiful! - Her mother stood in front of her, blocking the view of her own body, with her hands on her face and her eyes shining. With happiness and a cry from the water that covered the corner of her eye. - Mom! Don't cry. - She touched her shoulder as the veil slipped over her shoulder. It was large, with light leaf detailing, and would go over her face the moment she was ready to let him see her.

"The day you were born, the Veil opened." Ariana frowned. "Why?" "Because you were born with a connection to it." "I thought the Veil created me." "It did." Her mother shook her head. "But it used something that already existed." Ariana stared at her. "What?" "You." --- The Star King smiled. "Finally." Kael moved closer to Ariana. "Let her speak." The Star King looked at him. "Do you really think you can protect her from this?" Kael's expression hardened.

“Veils? Minthe, our pack rituals do not use veils. That is a human custom from the old lands. Why would we—“ “Because veils have always been used for brides, haven’t they?” I cut him off, my voice steady, layered with a dark, deliberate precision. “In the human world, the veil hides the bride’s face until the very moment the vows are spoken. It keeps the identity hidden until it is too late to change anyone’s mind. I want it to be exactly the same for this ceremony.” I let go of his hands, stepping back as the full layout of my plan crystallizes in my mind.

Serena approached, her expression unreadable. “You’re sure you can control the pattern?” “I can’t control it,” I said. “Only listen.” She studied me, then clasped my forearm. “Then listen well, Bianca. The Veil has waited centuries. Don’t let it swallow you.” I nodded. “If it does, it will remember who entered.” >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> The Ascent to the veil We rode in silence through the northern valley, wolves padding ahead in rhythmic formation. The mist thickened, coating our cloaks with dew. Kale rode beside me, his hand resting loosely on the hilt of his blade.

Her dress looked grown rather than sewn, vines and velvet woven together like the forest kissed her skin and decided to stay. “Your blood sings,” she said softly, eyes fixed on me, but far away at the same time. “Louder now. The veil thins. They know you’re waking up.” I swallowed, suddenly too warm. “What veil?” “The one between what you think you are and what you were meant to become,” she murmured. “Between the girl and the flame.” “Well, that’s sufficiently cryptic,” Orion drawled from his perch. “Is this the part where you start chanting or should we wait until after tea?”

I was free. The veil was cold and soft and welcoming as I fell inside and into the darkness forever. ***

She didn’t want to get roped into the package deal that was Anders. But Veil couldn’t help it. He was alluring, standing there with needy eyes and disheveled hair, exactly portraying the image of the young boy her mother warned her to avoid back in high school. Now, that young boy was a man and was giving her every chance to stay away from him. But Veil took a step forward, his eyes watching her as she continued, like a choreographed movement, until she stopped in front of him.

Her mother took something from her bag—a white, thin cloth. "Wear this. This will be your veil." "Do I really need that, Mom?" "Yes, you do. Turn around and bend down a bit." She turned around, and her mother started placing the veil on her head. She was really prepared because she also brought hairpins. Then she faced her and placed the other part of the veil on her face. "Let's go." Her mother and father went inside first before she was pulled by her mother. But when they entered, she felt like sinking into the tiles of the municipal hall because everyone's eyes were on her. Good thing her mother gave her a veil, so it's not too embarrassing.