Born With The Veil Novels & Stories

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.

The scissors ran round her body in anger of what her parents were doing to her, especially, her mother and sister and she would not have them see the joy of ruining her entire being - this was the first time she was determined to fight back and now, they surely going to see both her bad side and that of her wolf! A very light short gown which had fluffy shoulders was worn, she didn't bother to wear a bra because she was for her mate tonight and for no one else. She wore a strap heels, tied a veil around her laps which would make it look like it was attached to the gown. Whoever didn't look at her well wouldn't know because the veil was of two sections so they wouldn't see that it was very tr

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.

her stylist announces. “Never seen a bride this beautiful,” I gush, taking a picture of her. “Thank you, baby, thank you Niphme for taking your time to make me look this good.” “You are welcome, ma’am; we will be on our way,” she says, placing a veil over Mother’s head before she and her team walk out. “Mother, please can you do me a favor?” “Sure. What is it?” “Can you give Chiara your flowers when it is time to throw the bouquet?”

“You’re the other heir.” She took a step back. The fire around her hands flared again — defensively. Zara stepped forward. “We mean you no harm. You were hidden for a reason. It’s time you understood why.” “I don’t even know you,” the girl said, voice tight. “You will,” I told her. “Because the Veil just woke up between us. And it never does that without purpose.”

The brightness of the morning sun shone through my window as I stood in sharp contrast to the chill that was beginning to settle in my chest. I gazed at the ceiling, I could hear the city's subtle hum awakening all around me. My mind was a whirlpool of feelings that I couldn't quite put my finger on. I would put on the bride-to-be mask, answer boring questions, and smile for the cameras today. I wasn't just any Fiancée, but the a Presley's bride"

“He will not accept this bond, just as I do not. Fae and Lycans do not mix. The veil is in place for a reason.” My anger begins to surface, and I ball my fists up at my side. “The veil is there because you made it so. Anila built it, and she can tear it down.” He mocks me by throwing his head back in laughter. “Tell him the rest.” Anila’s milky eyes look in my direction. “She is not born yet. You will have to wait a century for her.” “So,” I scream. “I have waited one. I can wait another.”

Thousands of them. Selene staggered as one voice hit her like a blade of her own. A memory of her scream during childbirth. Aelira’s first cry. Her lover’s whisper in the dark: “We’ll protect her. Even if the world burns.” She fell to one knee. Aelira’s voice called down from the tear. “The Veil isn’t a wall. It’s a wound. And I am the key they carved from your flesh to open it.” “No,” Selene whispered, forcing herself upright. “You are not a weapon. You are my child.”

The relic pulses, the core’s hum straining, and new rifts roar, void and light swirling. Aelys’s aura blazes, her voice a hymn. “Veil, guide us!” The guardian pauses, its aura flickering, and a vision grips us—the Veil and Overveil, twin hearts of the First Ones’ dream, bound by sacrifice, their balance eternal but fragile. The Veil’s voice whispers—Convergence, the child rises—and the guardian lowers its blade, waiting.