The Blue Veiled Novels & Stories

"You look like royalty." ​Emilla, always drawn to the dramatic, settled on a fierce, vibrant red gown that featured a daring slit and shimmering beadwork. It perfectly matched her confident, warm personality. "The red makes me feel dangerous," she laughed, doing a quick, theatrical twirl. ​Finally, it was Amara's turn. She stepped out in a gown of deep, luminous sapphire blue. The color was rich and elegant, and the simple, classic cut seemed to highlight the fragile grace she possessed. The blue was universally approved. It reflected the depth of her eyes and possessed a quiet strength that suited her better than any bold color.

Selene called in some of the servants to bring in the tub and the steaming hot water. As the servant girls filled the tub adding scents of lavender and frankincense. One girl had caught my eye. My breath caught in my throat as I remembered his young woman. That blonde hair, and ice blue eyes. Closing my eyes I searched my memory and found her. I could still feel her arms wrapped around my neck the feel of her tears on my face. Her small voice as she whispered her last request in my ear… “Cammy!” She looked directly at me, bowed her eyes averted to the ground. She spoke her voice still soft, “Yes your grace?” The little girl had grown up she was still petite, her body toned, creamy fair compl

“What sight?” “The sight of the blue candles being lit and arranged in a semicircle... before even counting them I knew how many there were somehow.” Valerie grimaced. “There are nine of them. It was laid out specifically and the sight seemed to strike me as if it caused an unexpected reaction... just like you saw yesterday.” “And you still do not know what the nine blue candles mean?”

” Darius explained as everyone stared at me in shock and dread or to be specific, my hands on the throne arm. Seeing that I saw Darius get burnt, I knew they weren’t bluffing in the least. But how come I was touching it easily and painlessly? Was it because I was the Blueblood? I highly doubted that. I stared at the throne and circled it to come to the front before sitting. The throne seemed the welcome me and loosened up for me to relax. They gasped again and moved backward, murmuring. “What is this omen?” “Am I seeing correctly??”

"I know Saffron has been hard at work on your gown, but I was hoping to change your mind." What came unfurling out of the bag when Wesley unzipped it took Esper's breath away. It was a gorgeous white and blue Victorian gown with a rose motif. The white bodice and overskirt had embroidered blue roses and white and blue fabric formed in the shape of roses sewn along the dress, and the underskirt was the same shade of blue as the roses on the main portion. "This is absolutely beautiful. Where did you find this?" Esper asked as she carefully inspected the dress.

The forest looked warped beneath the half-light, and the air hung still, charged with invisible tension. Iris shaded her eyes. “Is it an eclipse?” Aiden’s voice was low. “No. It’s the Veil.” The Veil. An ancient omen—a curtain between the mortal world and the realm of the spirits. For it to descend now meant something catastrophic was drawing near. It meant the boundaries were cracking, and the Hollow Throne was stirring. Her mark burned. Not with the usual golden fire, nor with the black void it had flirted with before. Now, it shimmered a dusky violet—a melding of both. Balance unbalanced.

Officers bowed and then left with madness in them. Amelthia walked on the road in a hospital gown and a hood over it and hospital slippers on her feet. She wore the hood cap so no one could see her face. As people would walk past her they would murmur. why is she in hospital clothes!!?? Is she a hospital runaway?? Her gownn showss shee musthave runn from a hospital. She looks so miserable. Amelthia did her best to ignore all the people talking around her. She sped walk straight getting far and far from the hospital.

The veils added an aura of mystique to their actions, their expressions concealed behind the shimmering silver sea silk lace. Joe and Bryan's eyes were transfixed on the veiled princesses as they gracefully proceeded towards the altar. The delicate silver sea silk lace veils added an extra layer of intrigue, obscuring their features and leaving their beauty to the imagination. Clad in ceremonial gowns adorned with shimmering pearls and intricate seashell patterns, the princesses exuded an ethereal radiance that would have took Joe and Bryan's breath away, literally if they hadnt been holding it.

"Can I have my veil back please?" I twirled the white cloth, meeting her clear blue eyes. "No." I deadpanned, holding her gaze firmly. A second passed and then she leaped in attempt to pull the veil from my hands. Again, I was quicker. I lifted my hand, successfully keeping the veil out of her reach and causing her to land against my chest.

“It makes her the veil’s queen. But you’re the people’s.” Ewen added, “And now the veil wants to decide between you.” At midnight, I sat alone at the altar again, flame weaving through my fingers without thought The veil in front of me shimmered gently, calm for now I closed my eyes And whispered a single word “Why?” And the veil responded Not in words In visions I saw her Not a shadow Not a wraith A queen Seated on a throne carved from ribs and roses Wolves bent before her in silence, marked not by bond but by oath