Still White Veils Novels & Stories

I moved swiftly, thinking of what I was going to wear and smiled to myself when I saw a beautiful flowing white gown that cascaded down my body like a river of moonlight. The delicate fabric hugged my curves, symbolizing purity and submission. Something that Sheila could never have or be. I fastened the clasps, my fingers trembling as the metal clicked into place and I winced a bit as I had picked myself in the process. Next, the veil. I would never forget that even if the entire world was ending. Thanks to Caleb, I had a variety of veils to pick from so I selected a shiny black veil that had sparkles on it and pinned it to my hair.

The hall was resplendent, decorated in hues of gold and ivory, with hundreds of candles casting a warm glow over the ornate floral arrangements. Guests mingled, their chatter and laughter blending with the soft strains of a string quartet playing in the corner. Olivia stood at the far end of the room, dressed in an elegant white gown that shimmered faintly under the light. The intricate lace detailing hugged her frame delicately, and the veil pinned in her hair cascaded like a waterfall down her back.

Casey P.O.V The air inside the bridal shop smelled faintly of lavender and vanilla, a stark contrast to the chaos in my mind. Lauren was in front of a floor length mirror, swishing back and forth in an ivory gown that glimmered faintly under the boutique's lights. Zazu was helping her to put on the veil .The veil cascaded in delicate waves, pure white and nearly translucent, reaching gracefully down to the floor. Its edges were adorned with intricate lace, soft floral patterns curling like whispers of elegance. When the light hit it , it shimmered faintly, as if dusted with stardust, adding an ethereal glow. It framed Lauren’s face gently, creating an aura of serene beauty and timeless grace

“It makes her the veil’s queen. But you’re the people’s.” Ewen added, “And now the veil wants to decide between you.” At midnight, I sat alone at the altar again, flame weaving through my fingers without thought The veil in front of me shimmered gently, calm for now I closed my eyes And whispered a single word “Why?” And the veil responded Not in words In visions I saw her Not a shadow Not a wraith A queen Seated on a throne carved from ribs and roses Wolves bent before her in silence, marked not by bond but by oath

My man. I had to blink my eyes. Crying wasn’t in the book at the moment. Beside him, Junior, Leo, and Willem wore white suits. And on their left, Chelsea, Viva, and Lia were all in matching white floor-length lace dresses and gold bouquets in their hands. All of them looked so wonderful with smiles on their faces.

The twelve silhouettes on the screens began to step forward, stepping out into the open air of their own balconies. They were women. All of them. They wore the same "Liquid-Light" gowns I had been forced into, but theirs were integrated into their skin. Their wings weren't silver-mercury; they were pure, blinding white-gold. They looked like angels carved from a dying star.

Clair’s POV “She was beautiful Maria, look how happy they are,” Maria stares at the picture of Alpha Dominick, Melody and Nicholas. She giggles, “the only one wearing white is little Nicky, he’s adorable.” I smile at her and both turn looking at all the white gowns that we now have to chose from for our own ceremonies. I shake my head, “well we both will and can wear white and I intend to wear it proudly.” Maria smiled, “we earned the right to wear white, it isn’t easy with Kolton always looking so scrumptious, it should be against the law for a man to look lickable.”

Only a cult of vestal virgins could call on the powers of this divine relic for aid. “Bring forth the children of innocence!” After the big cross was placed upright in front of the witches’ barrier by the strong men, a path was cleared in the army for the arrival of a handful of young ladies who were being transported in palanquins. The men standing close by bowed their heads slightly while assisting the noble women out of the palanquins. They were clothed in pure white which signified purity. These special ladies had taken a strict vow of silence to never speak a vain word unless it was for a noble cause, and what better cause was there than the situation they were facing right now.

Veil added. At that, Regina finally turned. Her heels echoed lightly against the stone. The stained light licked up her cheekbones and into her eyes. “Then it’s time,” she said, voice smooth as dusk, “I remind them I cast longer ones.” Silence followed, broken only by the faint murmur of wind brushing the high glass. Veil didn’t blink. “You’re not part of Prometheus.” Regina’s expression didn’t shift. But her eyes sparkled like candlelight catching oil.

She sat on her bed and eyes all over the paper Marco had written. She pushes the letter under a pillow and prays got up. Walking towards a stand morrow, she observes her beautiful white dress and beautiful long veil on her back. The long trail with floral artwork was breathtaking white her dress not only fits her body, but it also gives her the silhouette she wanted compared to wearing a puffy dress.