Still White Veils Novels & Stories

The next morning dawned gray and hollow, clouds stretched thin across the sky like a veil that dimmed the light. The streets were subdued after the night’s panic; doors stayed shut, curtains drawn, as though the people of Black Hollow believed silence might keep the howls at bay. Evelyn walked with purpose through the quiet town, her boots striking against cobblestones that echoed too loudly in the hush. She hadn’t slept, not really. Every time she closed her eyes, she heard the howl reverberating through her bones, or felt the searing pull of her mark. But exhaustion couldn’t drown her need for answers.

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!”

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.

"We vanish. The world thinks the Ghost is dead and the Bride is lost at sea. Let them keep their insurance money and their lies. We have the only thing that matters." ​He looked at Vivienne, a ghost of a smile touching his lips. "We have the dark. And in the dark, Vivienne, we are kings." ​Vivienne took a deep breath, the scent of the pine woods and the oil of the hangar replacing the cloying smell of funeral lilies. She reached down and tore a final, dangling piece of lace from her hem, letting it flutter to the floor like a dead leaf. ​The "Vatican White" was gone. The "Blinding White" was over.

Despite the poison. Despite the wounds. Despite the impossible odds. He bares his teeth. “Stay behind me.” I sigh softly. Stubborn wolf. Because the moment Rowan prepares to fight— One of the hunter wolves suddenly kneels. And whispers a name. “Alpha Varkas… help us.”

She averted her eyes and focused her attention on Vivian. Vivian looked breathtaking in her blue gown. The plunging neckline showed off her cleavage slightly. The dress hugged her at the right places before falling in soft waves below her knees. The bluestone necklace around her neck matched the color of her eyes creating an alluring effect. Vivian wasn’t wearing a veil as it was considered a bad omen to hide one’s face during the unification ceremony. Though she didn’t believe in superstitions, she didn’t want to take a chance.

Violet laughed as she looked at the two of them. "I'll leave you to your debate. This woman needs to leave," Violet said as she walked away. He observed her as she began to mingle with all those officials who were talking and laughing. She was dressed in a glamorous white gown with something purple, just like a white witch. Looking around the crowds, he noticed a few people dressed similarly to her. Since their wedding photos and videos went viral, many people have tried to imitate her dress code. The white witch had made a significant impact on society and the world at large. He closed his eyes and let the beauty of the moment wash over him.