The Blue Veiled Novels & Stories

he said motioning to a bag he had placed near the door before stepping out of the bathroom. Layana washed quickly - excitement rippling inside of her, she was going to go see the city, not only riding through it for an event but to visit it. Stepping out she wrapped a towel around her as she opened the bag, inside were flared deep plum-coloured pants, a champagne coloured fitted long-sleeved top with a boat neck, and a plum-coloured cloak with a hood. There was also a slightly sheer organza veil in the same plum shade. Picking up the bag she returned to her dressing room and slipped on her lingerie before putting the clothes on. Plaiting her hair, she coiled it into a bun. Finishing with pu

"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"

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.

he said urgently. I blinked in confusion and snapped my gaze at him. “Veil? What Veil?” He did not slow down. He started pulling me forward quickly, and Cane followed right beside us. “Did you think Obsidian Veil was just an ordinary name?” Caden asked without looking at me. “I don’t know,” I said honestly. “Nobody explained anything to me properly.” “There is a Veil,” he said. “A barrier that hides this place from human eyes. It keeps the world separated. What you see here is only visible because you have been brought inside the protected territory.”

The resemblance was so uncanny she dropped the book onto the desk, her hands trembling. Only one thing differed—the woman’s eyes. They were not Evelyn’s hazel, but molten silver, burning like a predator under moonlight. She swallowed hard and bent over the page again. Beneath the portrait was a name written in bold script: Queen Selene of the First Bloodline. Her breath hitched as she read. Selene, the first Lycan Queen, chosen by the moon itself. Betrayed by her kin, bound by a curse that marked her descendants. Her blood runs in those who cannot be bitten, for they are chosen, not changed. They awaken when the moon calls them home.

The candles went out. Author’s Note - The Crimson Veil began as a late-night idea about what might happen if logic met temptation in its purest, most dangerous form. Evelyn’s curiosity is my own: the need to understand what we fear, even when it leads us somewhere we can’t easily return from. This story mixes gothic atmosphere, mystery, and forbidden connection—a slow burn between intellect and instinct. Every chapter was written and refined by hand, inspired by old literature and the darker side of human emotion.

The Castle of the Veil, also known as the Veil Warden Academy, is a beautiful place, which is completely opposite to everything we’ve been taught our entire lives. It’s styled and decorated in the Renaissance era, and the courtyards are beautifully kept sitting areas. The entire vibe of the place is live and let live but respect each other. What in the feck is wrong with that? Why all the stories? Nothing I was taught from kindergarten to graduation is true. Why did they feel they needed to play all the cloak and dagger games? I am so confused but mostly, I’m angry as hell about losing my mate.

I bellowed while my laughter suddenly transformed into intense anger. “I have it under control. Just concentrate. Just focus.” I commanded. I reached for my phone in my pocket, and commanded, “bring in the package with you.” A fraction of seconds later, she was brought in. She was enveloped in blue clothing and black veil. “Get this out of her?” I bellowed with anger, don't you guys know that she is an important asset to this mission?” Immediately, the veil was uncovered? The lady was partially naked only with a bra and pants.

If he had finally gotten back his wife, his love and the mother of his daughter, then what about her, her love and their child, which was breathing inside her? What about Eizlina? If for him, she had always been just the veil of his first love, Ivara? What about her love, if she had always been The Veil Of Sinner?