Still White Veils Novels & Stories

The White Queen, Dev, Ivan and Nora are shocked by the smart move of the unknown person in white. The silence prevailed and then the crowd roared to praise the person in white while Nora was head down in humiliation. The person in white removed the veil to reveal the face. Everyone was shocked to see the face of that person. When the veil was removed, the long hair of the person who was tied into the vile bounced to fall over her shoulder like waves cascading the shore. It was a girl.

What did she do this time, though? "Lisa?" He pursed his lips in wonder. "Who was she?" He decided to probe. "The beautiful girl in white dress. She had black, silky hair that reached her hips and ashen white skin. She also had a pair of alluring scarlet eyes. Once you stare at her eyes, you have drowned yourself in the abyss of nothingness, and you will lose your rationality for a moment. You're bound to do her bidding." Thalia's eyes are brimming with tears. "And, me foolishly trusting her even though my instinct said otherwise."

Plume put his helmet back on and marched off without another word. "I hope he's better than he looks at this," Warren said to himself. *** Vasilia returned before Plume did. The would-be queen wore a bright white dress with long leg slits, and the sides were held together by silver bows. She kissed Warren, who scowled at her after their lips parted. "Don't look so sour, my love. I am wearing this for you. The adoration of the other men is a bonus to the ensemble." She tapped his face with an open palm, "Your jealousy is appreciated. I was beginning to think you didn't feel anything for me at all."

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.

Abigail, veiled in a bridal veil, embodies the epitome of grace and elegance. Her white gown drapes softly around her, flowing like a river of silk, whispering secrets of timeless beauty. It hugs her figure in all the right places, accentuating her curves with delicate precision. The intricate lacework adorning the bodice tells a story of intricate craftsmanship and devotion, much like the love that binds us together.

I could carry her forever like this if she wants me to. I looked at the sky and my tears began to fall. I was not sure how long I stood at the top. I didn’t want to count the hours. I didn’t want to do anything at all. I just want both of us here. When the sun set, I started to their presence. The Mages began showing one by one. They were all wearing white cloaks. “Your majesty, we have finished the preparation. Her highness has to go home,” Violet said.

I winked at him. His eyes widened slightly and he immediately looked away again. Only to look at me again, and then away again. Guirita walked in my view and the first thing I noticed was that she wasn't wearing white. No, a black veil was draped over her head and she was wearing a midnight black dress. A push up bra made her boobs seem a lot bigger and her waist looked tiny. The ballgown skirt widened out and had tiny diamonds all over it. It literally looked like a starry night.

The color of the lights shifted to a cool hue, and all eyes turned toward the grand entrance. Suddenly, the doors swung open, and there she was—Victoria. She glided down the aisle in her stunning white gown, the fabric shimmering with every step. The veil framed her face, and her expression was a mix of triumph and joy. I couldn’t help but notice the way she reveled in the attention, the whispers of admiration swirling around her like a halo.

And she’d be lying if she said it didn’t give her goosebumps. Ahead, women stood silently on either side of what looked like an aisle down the center of the room. She counted seven on each side. They wore long white cloaks, their sleek white hair braided neatly down their backs. Pale blue eyes peeked out from behind white veils that covered the upper halves of their faces. They looked just like the veiled women who had shown young Araheen the torment Siegfrid and Irmeena endured. Father had called them Oracles. Arah figured these were the same.

Which meant that the battle had been lost, and Andrei was still here… Being held in Damon’s cell while the Winter King stole his face. I remained calm, although my mind raced. For the first time since waking, I noticed something out of the corner of my eye. I lifted my hand to touch my hair, and felt the thin, gauzy fabric of a white veil covering my head. A wedding veil. “Andrei… What’s going on?” I whispered. I reached into my pocket for my knife, preparing to strike if need be. “How did you get all of the soldiers back in their cases? And what’s up with the wedding veil…?”