Born With The Veil Novels & Stories

Beautiful. I opened my eyes and looked at the Veil tear hovering before us. It was worse than I expected. The wound stretched twenty feet across, edges ragged and bleeding darkness into reality. Through it, I could see... nothing. Not blackness, not emptiness, but the absence of everything. A void where existence simply stopped. "Ancestors," Astrid breathed.

Emily nodded her head, “Wait right here, I'll go to my room to get some money and my veil, I'll be right back!” “Alright, I'll wait right here.” “Okay!” Emily ran to her room. When she came back, she was wearing a veil that started from her head to cover the rest of her face and she was holding a pouch in her hand along with another veil. “Zoe I'm back! And I got a veil for you.” “I will not wear the Veil.” “Huh?” *** As they walked out, Violet and Emily passed yet a number of men and women, many of the women putting on veils. The women that weren't putting on veils were either old or disabled so they didn't fear attracting men.

Talking about banal things entertained them and he was the one who did the shopping. Now he was gone and she had to go out to civilization to buy the basics. She stood in front of the mirror and stroked her cheek. She took the veil and placed it over her face. This was how Samay Fraga hid her face under the thin fabric, sheltering there a dark past and the fear of being captured, either by her partner or by the authorities. Therein lies the mystery of the veil. (...) Jacqueline helped Arthur take care of the baby with Nidia. Only the former knew that it was Sam's child since Arthur was very cautious about his girlfriend's affairs, especially since he no longer trusted Anabela.

It thrashed violently, but I tightened my grip and, with a guttural growl, twisted hard. Its neck snapped. Its body froze for a half-second, then burst into smoke. No bones, no blood. Just swirling, black vapor vanishing into the breeze. I stood up slowly, heart pounding. “They’re veil-born,” I said to myself, my voice low and filled with dread. My eyes darted around the trees, scanning the shadows. “Someone opened it. Someone let them in.”

Her mind had taken care of the bullying and crude pranks of the other children, locking them away until the middle of the night, when she would awake in sweat and terror. “This veil is for your own protection.” The woman in purple had told her, letting the black, lace veil fall deftly over her face. “A cruel spell has been cast upon you, and anyone that should see your face shall be cursed to ruin.” The woman in purple had presented her to Silas as such, pulling her new purple cloak around her, the hood engulfing her face. Aravia wanted to reach out and stroke his magnificent dark beard. “She is to be your apprentice.” Aravia heard the woman say. She was guided by hands to a room behind a so

She felt soft, almost like the essence of softness itself. “I want you to meet us tonight.” “How? I am with my father and a…well, a wizard.” “Do not worry about ‘how’. I will take care of that. Worry about ‘where’.” “Then, where?” He looked at the girl and his eyes wandered over her hands up to her face. The young girl, as he judged her to be, took her left hand and pushed up the green sleeve of her robe to her elbow. Yvayn could see her arm in the candlelight. It was also covered in white opaque material, but he could also see a mark on her right forearm. It seemed to be a birthmark of some kind. The veil continued under her cloak out of sight. She took his right hand and placed it on the m

​The silk of her ivory travel gown felt less like a garment and more like a restraint, a crisp, elegant reminder of the contract signed in blood and ink just twenty four hours prior in the emptied out shell of the Milan atelier. With a trembling roughened thumb,she touched the small crescent shaped scar on her left collarbone, pressing down until the skin turned stark white, seeking physical pain to ground her against the surreal weight of her new reality. ​The heavy red reddish brown door clicked open with a soft, expensive lock. ​Valeriano. ​He didn't knock,He never knocked but He stepped into the room, shrugging off a charcoal overcoat that carried the sharp, clean scent of rain, ozone, a

“No. I am The Veil now.” The words sank like poison. Luca’s chest tightened. “You’re lying.” Lorenzo smiled faintly. “Am I? You’ve just seen the proof, cousin. The Veil was born from us — the founding bloodlines. And when the old Thirteen fell, someone had to rebuild. Someone had to lead.” Amara’s grip on her weapon tightened. “You’re saying you lead the people trying to kill us.” “No,” he said simply. “I lead the people trying to remake you.”

she whispered, already sitting up. His hand found her waist before he was even awake. “What is it?” “She’s here.” That woke him. “Jade?” “No.” Baylee swallowed. “Not just Jade.” She closed her eyes. “The Veil is breaking.” --- By the time they reached the treeline, Silverveil was already in motion. Liam, even exhausted, had the northern guard assembled. Heather was barefoot in a borrowed shirt, hair still half in a braid, knives already at her belt. Melody and Jessica stood beside each other, each holding bowls of crushed moonroot and iron ash.

Her becoming an immortal goddess was to be expected now that he thought about it, considering what he had done to her body–even now, in his mind’s eye, he can still see her, the beautiful array of bruises of purple and green and blood splattered all over such a lovely pale skin like a palette of colors, almost begging to be marked, to be devoured… It still sends pleasant shivers running up and down his spine at how eager her body was taken to him–but the very idea that she would actually grow strong enough to cause him trouble? The King, of course, has never given that thought much weight at all. Winters Veil had been considered as a liability for most of her life, after all; born as a basta