The Blue Veiled Novelas e Histórias

I asked. “Yes, My queen.” She whimpered as I nodded with a smile. “Shall we continue with the journey?” I asked and then she started walking again, until she stopped in a large hall. They are just behind that veil. The Veil represent that fact that they don’t want disturbance. “Good.” I replied as I marched right to the veil and removed it, a choked cry arose from Faye but my attention was soley on the angry faces that were in front of me.

I raise a brow when I see their heads are covered with thin veils, obscuring most of their features. One steps forward. She's tall, more robust than the other two. When she speaks, her voice is sultry. "We are honoured that you would have us in your home, my king, and even more delighted that you seek to wed one of us. You must know," she says, voice almost teasing. "It is rumored I am the fairest of us all." Her veil is taken off. Glacial blue eyes meet mine. Platinum blonde hair frames an oval face adorned with sharp cheekbones and lush lips. Though she is beautiful, I cannot look past the cold blue of her eyes. I give a curt, polite nod.

The dress flowed effortlessly around her, creating a sense of regal elegance befitting her status as the ruler she was destined to become. Just as Visenya was lost in her own reflection, Sarai approached with a mantilla bridal veil in hand. The delicate fabric matched the design of the dress, with lace and diamond accents adorning its border. Sarai carefully placed the veil on Visenya's head, securing it with a silver comb that glinted in the light. The veil gracefully framed Visenya's face, accentuating her beauty and adding an air of romance to her overall look. It gently cascaded down her back, mingling with her beautiful brown curls that flowed freely, as if embracing her with their natu

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

Instead, she blew out a sigh of relief, which was incredibly short-lived. When the duo got to the sixteenth floor, the elevator dinged and the doors opened up. But when Veil raised her head, she was stunned to see Anders standing at the door, with an incredibly beautiful woman standing by his side. She looked like an angel, with a pair of blue eyes that felt like the unending ocean, on an impeccable oval face. Her blonde hair fell in waves around her shoulder and down her back, making her look so vulnerable. She was in a short black dress that made her legs look very long, and her feet were covered in a pair of black Jimmy Choo shoes.

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.

Another slim glass found itself around my fingers, my eyes scraping through every inch of the Crescent hall searching for the stranger that had sent me that message. Perhaps I was mad like the people said, I have come here on the basis of unverified text surrounded by dozens of wolves without an inkling as to who it was amongst them. Maybe I should leave, return back to sulking to the empty grave of my daughter. But something-I don't know what-kept my legs glued to the floor. I couldn't leave even in the onslaught of artificial scents, puddle deep chatter and concocted interactions. Then as if tonight was not already difficult enough, Veil came up to me her Entourage escorting her. She was d

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.

Lines buried deep enough that they wouldn’t raise an alarm unless you knew what you were looking for. And I knew them by heart now. The sigils weren’t scratched into the walls. They were woven into the mortar between bricks, tiny, graceful, recursive. Thornveil patterns. Glyphs I’d only recently started recognizing because I’d only recently seen them being used. Purposefully. By Maelin. Cold filled my stomach as I bent to examine them closer. They hadn’t been here long. These were the blueprints. But someone had already been there.