The Blue Veiled Novels & Stories

But the true altar waited at the far end: a raised platform draped in black velvet, surrounded by seven robed figures—three men, four women—all naked beneath their open cloaks, bodies oiled and gleaming in the candlelight. At the center stood the Veiled One. Tall, broad-shouldered, face hidden behind a featureless black mask. Only the eyes were visible—golden, burning with an ancient hunger. Between his muscular thighs, his cock stood erect—thick, veined, already dripping with a shimmering violet fluid that caught the firelight. Liora’s breath caught in her throat. The circle began to chant—low, rhythmic, ancient words that vibrated through the stone floor and into her bones, resonating in h

The atmosphere of the Sinclair's family dining room was very tense and morose, except for Isla of course, who was barely able to contain her excitement with a huge smile adorned on her soft features. Ann glanced at her cousin with a deep frown wanting to be irritated at her because it was very obvious who had suggested this breakfast to her father. Isla was dressed in a red gown that clung to her features but not too much to her features. It was like Isla was doing her best not to attract too much attention this time but Ann could never understand what was going on in her cousin's head. It was like she was in her own dimension.

her stylist announces. “Never seen a bride this beautiful,” I gush, taking a picture of her. “Thank you, baby, thank you Niphme for taking your time to make me look this good.” “You are welcome, ma’am; we will be on our way,” she says, placing a veil over Mother’s head before she and her team walk out. “Mother, please can you do me a favor?” “Sure. What is it?” “Can you give Chiara your flowers when it is time to throw the bouquet?”

she said, not an ounce of fear in her eyes. "You don't have to attack me like that. I will not take this insolence from you, we both want something from each other, both a means to an end so you will not talk to me like I'm some sort of dirty dog while you are the saint" I fired back at her. She looked at me for a long time. Her face softened with each passing second. Finally, she laughed and shook her head, removing the shawl that was wrapped around her. She was wearing a veil underneath, one that made me wonder why she had the shawl in the first place.

"Yes my Lord." "Hi, umm sorry if i disturbed you, i will just come back next time." Vida said timidly. She is wearing a one hand cut blue gown which marches her blue eyes with a touch of red pattern by the left, the gown is kind of stripped open from the tip up to her laps exposing a good portion of her thigh and flaunting her curvey body, her black long hair is neatly combed and pinned with a red clip.

After quite a few moves Nezeira, along with a witty fighting tactic managed to slice off the beasts head. Yihan, stood like a statue, his heart thumped against his chest at a dangerous speed. His eyes were glued to this woman, or vampire. He thought to himself, “So it was you. I saw you back then. But, the eyes? How are they blue? ……….who are you?” Security men poured in swiftly and surrounded Nezeira. She sheathed away her sword, went up to the in-charge and showed the royal i-card. Then she spoke,

She frowned pensively, looking back at her reflection and swishing the skirts. "Well, why not, love? You deserve to look just as beautiful as all the others there." Katrice stepped closer, snatching a matching blue shawl from a stand, and wrapped it around Sapphira's shoulders. "I can't afford this, Katrice," Sapphira said quietly, blushing. She had seen the price tag when she struggled to get it on a few minutes earlier and nearly fainted. Katrice hummed and stepped back, looking Sapphira and the dress up and down.

She also had a beauty mark just below her moist cherry lips. At this time, she wears a pink floral shawl, matched with her plain, white of loosely fitting, full-length dress with a long skirt of the same color. Her pair of shiny, ankle-strapped black heels pumps are immaculate her graceful appearance even more. She is giving you the impression of a noble lady from the past. Thalia Rauniyar is the total opposite of Maisarah. She certainly is not a talkative girl. However, her personality is wild and fierce, hidden deeply behind her timidity.

He held the veil firmly. I also turned to the healer… what was he saying? Sacrilege? What sacrilege? “What?” Beta Ilan sounded so confused. He was the only one confused, I was too, but in my confusion I tried to fish out any reason that would be solid enough to have the Beta off my neck. “Women, maidens, girls that go veiled are dedicated to the goddess by birth or by choice. Don't you see the Blessed Circlets around her wrists?” Both of our heads turned, I and the Beta's, towards the bracelets I had around my wrists.

Sam sprayed on some perfume and looked at herself in the mirror. She touched her dark blue robe that matched her light blue and pearl-toned wardrobe. She highlighted her hazel eyes with black eyeliner and white shadow. She had put on lipstick, even though no one was going to see her lips, but it was to keep them moisturized. Her hair looked beautiful and silky, although only part of it was showing because the veil covered most of her face including her hair. She had changed a lot since Arthur took her to the estate, she was no longer disheveled and her hair didn't look like a bird's nest.