The Veiled Queen Novels & Stories

A figure slowly emerged within the glow. Lyra's breath caught. The guardians immediately lowered their heads. Kael froze. Completely froze. The woman standing within the light was beautiful. Silver hair. Silver eyes. A flowing white gown woven from living starlight. She looked exactly as she had appeared in the visions. The First Queen. Or at least an echo of her. The sanctuary fell silent. The silver figure smiled sadly. Her gaze settled on Kael first. Ancient love filled her eyes. Not romantic longing. Not regret.

The rune's violent violet light clashes beautifully with the cavern's sapphire haze. ​The Queen lounges on her throne of twisted vines and sprite-bones. She is as ethereal as moonlight on water, but her eyes are twin voids of starless night that pin me exactly where I stand. Her court flutters anxiously at the edges. Will-o'-the-wisps bob like drunken lanterns alongside lesser fae with moth-wings and needle-teeth. Their whispers are a susurrus of malice and mirth.

“How wonderful it is to see you on such a joyous occasion! And after so long!” “You look well, Hayden, it is lovely to see you again.” Queen Sarah clearly lied before turning to Queen Arabella. “Arabella, dear, you look radiant!” “She looks like she hasn’t slept in a week,” I heard Rose mutter. Rose had always been keenly observant of others. She leaned over to me slightly. “Why does she have her veil like that? Is she hiding something?” I glanced at the other queen, not able to hear her response to Queen Sarah. “It looks like she’s trying to hide a bruise.” She also looks like someone whose confidence has been beaten out of her, I thought.

She was wearing a dark serpentine gown with a plunging neckline and a crown that had the emblem of the fourth: a three-headed snake. "Queen Alondra!" King Ivorn merrily acknowledged the queen's presence. I have heard about Queen Alondra Anguis. Mostly, her house carried bad news and a bad reputation. I started to build an invisible wall between us. From what I have heard, she was a dangerous beast.

“Is the agency keeping the rights that comes with the Masked Queen, are we going to have a new Masked Queen now that you’re leaving, do you know who it will be?” Letting out a snort, she replies. “Wow hawk-guy, looks like there’s a lot on your mind.” She chuckles and I force a small laugh along with her. “No, they’re not going to have a new Queen. It was a hard, long, and gruelling fight but I was able to retain the rights of the Masked Queen. And yes, at some point I will reveal my identity but right now, it’s not that time.” “F**king wow!”

The doctor shouted at me while riding the White Beauty in a circle. I chuckled. What could be funnier than a mere human asking a vampire queen to ride a vampire horse? He was a weird and naïve human being. But I felt flattered. And I didn’t know the reason why. Still, I had to reject him. I might be able to do anything I wanted as a vampire queen, but this matter should be thought over not to cause any mishaps in the image of the ruler of my beloved Imperial Colony kingdom. I gestured in the above direction telling him that I took the road off the roofs.

And now, on this day, a new era was to be born. The Queen of Igritann stood before her newly forged Veil, together with Ambrose, Ravyn, Joe and the remaining three Lords and Lady of Igritann. Her Seal of eternal fire still contained within her sword, the blade alight with golden flame to match the Veil before them. With a small intake of breath, she glanced at her mate's beautiful face before stepping into the swirling Veil. Warmth engulfed her, like an embrace, golden white light was all around her, and then she was walking on solid grass and the familiar towering pine trees materialized before her. But that wasn't the only thing that had been waiting for her on the other side.

"Signing that contract for you was me doing you a favor. What, you were the one who didn't want it, and now you're changing your mind and want to be my bride again?" I frowned. The heir to the Castillo family was this dim. I'll have to tell Grandpa when I get back to do less business with them. Victoria, hearing this, gave a smug smile and turned to Marcus, saying respectfully, "The wedding still needs to happen. Since Miss Aria doesn't want this position, why not give it to someone else?" The next second, the lounge door opened. A young woman in a champagne-colored dress walked in. She was beautiful, no doubt. Blonde hair, blue eyes, her features as perfect as a doll's.

Halfway up, the heavy doors opened. The woman framed in the archway wasn’t what St. Valen’s brochure would have chosen. Too sharp for the polished warmth those photos pretended to promise. Her hair, steel gray and scraped into a precise chignon, pulled the skin at her temples taut. Her navy suit stayed immaculate despite the damp. Everything about her said control. “Miss Sombra,” she said. “Welcome to St. Valen’s.” The accent was Old English polished thin over something newer. Authority wrapped in courtesy.

Dim red light glowed from fissures in the stone, casting everything in sick crimson. Whispers crept along the edges. Not voices. Memories. Elara shuddered. "She’s watching us through the walls." Aria steeled herself. "Then let her see we’re not afraid." Footsteps echoed. From the far end of the cavern, the veiled girl emerged the Anchor, the Queen’s shadow made flesh. She glided over the ground, arms trailing like silk banners, veil rippling with unseen wind. Her eyes blinked slowly beneath the gauze.