Rainbow Veils Novels & Stories

He'd been very convincing about it. He wasn't going to be able to convince himself of anything right now. She was dressed in something that the Dreamveil had apparently assembled from mist and intent, translucent fabric that moved with her like it was part of her, clinging to the swell of her breasts and the curve of her waist and the flare of her hips in a way that made coherent thought genuinely difficult. Her dark hair fell loose around bare shoulders. Her skin caught the Dreamveil's light and held it, glowing from underneath like she was lit by something that had nothing to do with any external source.

Blue for students, green for faculty, violet for magical constructs. And there, just beyond the scrying history terminal, red. A single strand. Faint. Almost translucent. But there. Red meant cloaking. Someone had masked their signature while moving through a monitored zone. Not erased it, that was harder, nearly impossible without consequence, but distorted it enough to avoid standard detection. A cloaked visitor in the upper archive wasn’t necessarily criminal. But cloaked and unlogged? That was something else entirely. I followed the red strand as it snaked between the west stacks, circled the north wing, then doubled back, an irregular pattern, like someone scouting rather than searching

The once delicate drizzle that tapped the window soon turned into a heavy pressing my cheek to his forehead, my lips meeting his temple. Tightly Wrapping my arms around him, I feel him shake underneath my grasp and feel his tears begin to soak my t-shirt. I attempt to hold myself together, mustering up enough strength for the both of us. The once delicate drizzle that tapped the window soon turned into a heavy downpour. Raindrops threatened the glass with lightning shows and sounds of thunder, drowning out my faint hushes and his held-up sobs. All I did was hold him, making sure to never let

The room seemed to shrink. This wasn’t just about Noah. This wasn’t even about the kiss-that-almost-was. It was what she’d unleashed in the moment she snapped. Hiraya paced once, then turned back, eyes wide and shimmering with a clairvoyance she didn’t want. “They felt you,” she said. “All of them. Everything that waits on the other side of the veil for a Sombra to slip.” Her voice trembled. “You didn’t send a call. But you leaked it. And now the dark knows where you are.”

"Who knows where Vincent went? Probably found someone new already." I forced myself to focus on the fabric and designs spread before me, but my vision kept blurring. I wanted to believe Vincent hadn't abandoned me, that he truly was just out with friends. But what if he never came back? The door suddenly creaked open. A tall man stood there, his black suit gleaming under the light. I recognized it instantly. It was the one I'd designed for Vincent myself, a one-of-a-kind piece. It looked plain on the outside, but I’d poured my heart into every stitch and detail.

I got this hunch that he'd become aware of my gaze and was about to return it, so I looked away immediately. "Are you aware that the rainbow is just an illusion?" He asked turning to me, with that cute smile still playing on his lips. "Huh?" "The rainbow," he repeated, pointing towards it "it's an illusion cast on the sky due to the reflection of light" "Really" I said. He scoffed and silence reigned once again. I figured it was now time to part ways before he begins to grow on me. "I'm about to go in now," I said reluctantly "Which hospital building do you stay?" I grabbed the arms of his wheelchair.

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.

The rain intensified as thunder struck every one of the attackers, killing the one who had hurt Ro immediately. My whole strength was drained from me when my hair fell on my shoulders and I saw that it was crimson white. I tried to move but there was no strength left in me, my tent had been torn apart by the thunder and rain fell in buckets. I looked around and immediately found Ro, his eyes shut as his blood flowed with the rain.