The Painted Veil Novel Novels & Stories

She looked into the book, although she couldn't read it. "It's called pèplo tis Lítis, translating to The Veil Of Oblivion." Elke's reaction was instant. She gasped and recoiled in horror, her hand flying to her mouth. Every remnant of sleep she felt eluded her immediately as her heart began racing faster than normal. "What did... What did you just say, Sheera?" Sheera's brows pinched in uncertainty. "It's called the Veil Of..." "No, don't repeat it. Don't!" Elke shook her head vehemently, her voice coming out in a husky whisper.

I was free. The veil was cold and soft and welcoming as I fell inside and into the darkness forever. ***

She said almost whispering, then the call ended, She turned and started preparing the coffee. “So Painting is your hobby?” He said, while She handed the cup of coffee to him, then she sat down on the long couch where he had sat. “Well yes, I love painting.” She said, smiling while she drifted her gaze to the wall paintings, “That's really good, you know we usually paint in orphanage back then, Emilia and I.” He said, while she jotted down in her journal, “It was always fun to do,” He added, a big smile across his lips. “Mmm, you must have lots of paintings then.” She said, crossing her leg over the other, “Yeah, sometime ago Emilia and I drew one of nuns and showed it to her in oder to make

The sound echoes in my bones, vibrating like it’s coming from my own throat. “She’s been trapped,” I whisper, eyes unfocused. Nyrielle stops chanting. “What did you see?” “A girl,” I rasp. “In chains. She’s... she is beneath the Veil.” Their faces go pale. Elen nods grimly. “Then the stories are true.” “What stories?” “The Veil wasn’t just a barrier. It was a prison.” As the light circle pulses, I feel something shift behind me. “Don’t do it!” I yell, spinning around.

Not in the physical way, but in that sharp, hollow ache that lingered after someone carved pieces out of you with their words. Silas’s voice still rang in my ears. “Some things are better left in the dark… just like you.” I wiped my face roughly, furious at myself for crying. Again. Since when had I let anyone make me feel this small? The light in the hallway flickered as I went toward the stairs. I paused. One of the antique paintings along the corridor, the one of the woman in the black veil had been tilted. Strange. I never touched those. Frowning, I adjusted the frame. It didn’t budge. I tried again but nope! It didn't budge.

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?

Then I set the phone down and got up. The sun was starting to move across the kitchen wall, catching on the edge of my discarded wedding veil on the counter. I’d brought it home last week after the final fitting. I picked it up now, ran my fingers over the delicate lace. A few days ago, I’d imagined walking down the aisle wearing it. Now it felt like someone else’s dream. Someone I used to be. In the middle of that thought, the TV in the living room flickered on. I hadn’t touched the remote. It was the news feed that auto-played sometimes when my cable restarted.

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 room seemed to shrink. This wasn’t just about Noah. This wasn’t even about the kiss-that-almost-was. It was what she’d unleashed in the moment she snapped. Hiraya paced once, then turned back, eyes wide and shimmering with a clairvoyance she didn’t want. “They felt you,” she said. “All of them. Everything that waits on the other side of the veil for a Sombra to slip.” Her voice trembled. “You didn’t send a call. But you leaked it. And now the dark knows where you are.”

BOUND BY THE VEIN CONTENT WARNING This novel contains material intended for mature audiences only (18+). It includes themes and scenes involving: Graphic violence Blood and feeding Sexual content Obsession and psychological manipulation Power imbalance and coercive dynamics Death and dark supernatural horror elements 🚫Reader discretion is strongly advised. COPYRIGHT/DISCLAIMER This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, organizations, places, and events are either the product of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.