The Veiled Queen Novels & Stories

Finally, the Crown Prince stood in front of the altar of the goddess. Sitting on one of the balconies, Helmina looked at her brother with a fixated stare and tried to ignore the muffled sounds to her left. There, on a higher chair much like a throne, sat the Queen. The older woman wore a green veil below her widely-opened eyes. If she was not so far away, the people might have seen wet streaks on the veil as well as strange, jerky movements of her muscles beneath her long dress while she outwardly didn't move. Since she sat on the balcony, however, the people below never noticed, and the guards and maids by her side acted ignorant. And the trumpets continued to call.

commanded the Orchid Queen and Eldion realized that he might have overstepped, but he also wanted to defend Wen. “Look at me and tell me what you see,” said the Orchid Queen, her voice returning to its light and melodical nature. Eldion craned his neck to get a good view of the queen from where he knelt. He was even more amazed at what he saw. Her purple robes were adorned with jewels and silver that seemed to flow like liquid from her gilded throne. Her veil still hid her face yet Eldion could tell from her posture and the way she held her head that she was dignified and confident.

************************************************* As another shadow creature descended toward me, I raised my power instinctively But the Veil Queen suddenly appeared directly in front of me. Closer than ever before. Her violet eyes locked onto mine. And softly, almost gently, she said: “Now you will understand what it means to rule.”

"The Veil is a relic of Nylora. Kept in her temple. Not claimed by the Tide Court." "Everything in Meristhal belongs to the Tide Court," the Mist Queen corrects. "By right of power and presence. But you're correct—the Veil is not mine to give or withhold. It belongs to the temple. To the goddess." Her mirror-eyes fix on me. "The real question is whether you're worthy to claim it." "How do we prove we're worthy?" "You don't. The temple will decide." She stands, and water cascades from her robes in glittering sheets. "But I can offer you guidance. For a price."

“It is now your duty to honor the most important woman in this kingdom.” I nodded quickly, keeping my mouth shut even as my heart hammered in my chest. “What is your name?” the queen finally asked. Her voice was soft but cold, like the breath of a snowy winter. I summoned courage to meet her gaze. “My name is Veya, Your Majesty.” Her lips curved into a thin smile. Her expression wasn’t cruel, but the aura she exuded made my nape tingle. “Are you the one who accompanied the King on the hunt?”

Isabella’s mind returned often to the dreams that had plagued her since childhood—a burning altar, a faceless woman in a crimson veil, a voice that called her not by name, but by title: "Queen of the Veiled Flame." --- Elsewhere, Catherine stared into the ornate mirror of her private quarters. Her fingers tightened around the stem of her goblet. Word had reached her about Isabella’s discovery of the scroll—though how they found it baffled her. The Library of the Covenant was supposed to have been sealed. "She grows faster than expected," she muttered. From the shadowy corner of the room, a cloaked figure stepped forward. "Do you want her eliminated?"

*The Queen’s Tower* Somewhere beyond the Veil, in the Shadow Realms… The wind here did not howl, it curled through towers. Queen Elira stood barefoot in the heart of her sanctum, surrounded by ancient runes pulsing in faint hues of violet and silver. A circular pool of floating energy shined before her, weaving flickers of Crystal’s aura with thin streams of shadow. The magic stirred without settling. The warlock watched from the edge of the chamber, robes trailing behind him like smoke. He was tall, gaunt, but his eyes gleamed too brightly for a man so old. Sigils crawled up his neck like living ink.

A woman stepped from the dark, wearing John’s mother’s face but her eyes glowed gold, her voice layered with echo. “I am the one Vireya feared,” she said. “The original bearer, the true Queen. The one who sealed herself in blood so her son could be free.” John backed away. “You’re dead.” “I was buried,” she said. “Now I rise.” Sarah stepped between them. “You’re trying to take him back.” The Queen looked at Sarah with sadness. “I’m trying to save him from what’s coming.” from above, something began to scream, not human, not beast.

“You think the empire rose on love? It rose on blood, deception, and her brilliance. She built the Veil to protect what you couldn’t control.” The truth hit like a fist. Matteo dropped a tablet onto Luca’s lap. On the screen was a video feed—Amara, alive, standing before a circle of masked figures. The Veil’s leaders. And she was sitting on a throne made of blackened steel. The caption at the bottom read: “Sovereign: Varela.” Luca’s pulse hammered in his ears. “What is this?” Matteo smirked. “Your queen’s new empire. The Veil doesn’t answer to the world anymore. The world answers to her.”

She moved away and into the restroom, wondering who else could help her if not the queen. She ultimately gave in, despite the fact that the reality was crushing her. She strolled into the bathroom after slipping her feet into a pair of slippers in front of her. As she entered the shower, she gave the Queen one more hopeful sparkling glance, which was met with a cold uncaring look. Behind the Veil, the Queen's eyes returned the stare. It was a showy enough response, pointing out, "I am unable to assist you since I am also a captive here."