Still White Veils Novels & Stories

He came at Aphael again, claws slashing, teeth bared. The clash between Aphael and Triton raged on and their howls and snarls were echoing across the Valley of Peak. Moonlight clashed against shadow, and the air crackled with the raw energy of their battle. Aphael’s body was covered in a radiant white aura as the power of the moon run through his veins. Every movement he made was fluid and precise, each strike landing with the force of a hurricane. The pale glow of the moon above seemed to bend to his will and illuminated his figure even within the depths of the valley’s shadows.

Liana's Pov I stood in front of the mirror, barely recognizing myself. The dress was pristine white, simple and yet lovely, its lace sleeves brushing against my arms as though they were trying to remind me that I was finally allowed to live in light. My hair had been pulled into soft curls that covered my face, and the veil was pinned with precision. Behind me, my mother took a deep breath and I immediately turned towards her. Her eyes were gleaming and her lips curved in a tremulous smile.

They positioned themselves like shields, Jonah to her left, Rowan to her right, daring anyone to step closer. But it was Kael who stilled the tide. He didn’t move quickly, didn’t shove or bark orders. He simply appeared, tall and imposing at the edge of the crowd, his posture radiating something deeper than authority. A primal dominance that went beyond human. Even the most furious whispers faltered when his gaze swept the townsfolk, glowing faintly with a gold that caught the lantern light. The murmurs died into uneasy silence. “The howls,” Kael said, his voice carrying with a strange resonance, “are not wolves. And they will not stop. Not now. Not while the moon waxes full.”

She closed her eyes, feeling a building heat at her wrists. “I refuse,” she declared. Vincent nodded slowly. "Then, the red will fall.” The masked figures flapped their flags, creating a red canopy above her. She opened her eyes to find threads of silk scratching her skin—light but relentless. "You cannot refuse," Vincent stated quietly. "Red silk does not loosen; red flags do not fall until crowned." Camela felt dizzy under the red canopy. She watched as the silk walls bled. Each panel featured silhouettes of a bride crying, bound, and swallowed by silk.

I open my eyes and take the card out of the blinding glow, and as my brain registers the card it looks blank, but I do as tradition states, spin around and hold it in the air for all to see. The gasps and the yelling starts, and I don’t understand why, so I bring the card down to my eye level and watch it. The card is black with what looks like six white silhouettes on it. There are colors beginning to swirl within each of the white silhouettes. Glancing up I see six figures walking toward me, but I can’t make out who they are. “Mistress to the Veil! The whore and her men must be sacrificed! You know the law! Kill the betrayers!”

"Dylan, it's grief... women wear veils." Dylan sighed. "I hate veils..." "It's mandatory for royalty..." "How horrible." "You'll probably have to wear black for a week…" said Lizha, moving towards the window. "What to do..." he sighed. "Well... finish that bath soon," she looked out the window, "I see the carriages being prepared. In a little while your husband will be knocked the door. Dylan sighed. "Alright"

She looked gorgeous in that floor-length white gown: my angel, my love, my life, my everything. I got a bit confused when Mae walked out in a similar white dress until Vega walked in with a giant pink wedding gown that two of her could fit in. Then I understood why Lyra and Mae were wearing white gowns. Everyone was in awe of Vega, but I couldn't keep my eyes off my love. I kept thinking of the vows I soon would be saying myself. I wondered what Lyra's dress would look like if Vega's dress weren't the traditional white wedding dress. Would Lyra's dress be silver, blue, or maybe even green? With Lyra skies, the limit, she is extraordinary in every way and unconventional, but that's what I lov

Chapter 200: The Veiled Luna Vivienne POV Lance returned with a long black veil that covered the lower half of my face and fell softly over my shoulders. It was plain, without jewels or unnecessary decoration, which was perfect because I wasn’t trying to impress anyone. I only wanted enough concealment to stop the visitors from recognizing me too quickly and enough fabric between my mouth and the room to hide the insults I might whisper when they started speaking nonsense. I tied it securely behind my head, adjusted the folds and looked at Lance. “Can you still tell when I’m angry?”

Damien replied quietly. "I don't think she is." The doors opened completely. A lone woman walked into the chamber. Tall. Graceful. Her silver-white hair flowed down her back, untouched by age. A dark cloak rested over her shoulders, embroidered with the emblem of the Order of the Eclipse. Across her left eye ran a long, faded scar. But it was her violet eyes that held everyone's attention. They were unnaturally bright. Filled with intelligence. And absolute certainty. Behind her, dozens of armed members of the Order entered the chamber.

Lila’s POV “SMILE,” Vivienne murmured. Her voice brushed against my ear as lightly as the gloved fingers adjusting the veil at the back of my hair. I looked at my reflection and almost did not recognize the woman staring back at me. White silk clung to my body in clean, elegant lines, the gown structured enough to make me look composed, controlled, almost untouchable. The neckline was modest, the long sleeves delicate lace, every inch of it designed to project grace and pedigree.