The Veiled Queen Novels & Stories

HAILEY The silence of the council chamber was stretched on like a lowly gravesite. Every breath I took echoed in the vaulted walls, bouncing off the stone like whispers of the dead. My fingers, hidden beneath layers of silk and lace, clenched tightly around the black veil that shrouded my face. Mourning has continuously taken its toll on me, and truly I didn't have it in me to fake pleasantries or keep up unnecessary pretentious appearances since I'd rather be locked up alone in my room with no one around me, but alas, being a queen has no room for private mournings. But this? This summoning? This was mockery wrapped in diplomacy in the hands of manipulative individuals itching to have their

“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

The glass shimmered faintly, flickering with golden light and something… darker. “She sealed the god,” the figure whispered, voice rasping. “But she opened the door.” Another stepped into view. A woman in veiled armor, her presence coiling like smoke. “Then we find what stepped through.” “And if she resists?” The veiled one smiled coldly. “Then the Queen will burn.” Back in Crimson Ridge, Preparations for the Unity Summit had begun. With Elizabeth crowned as High Flame Queen, the scattered packs had pledged their allegiance—some with open arms, others with thinly veiled fear. No Alpha in known history had ever united them all.

Her gown was a streaming spill of midnight velvet that seemed to swallow the ambient light, backless and severe, clinging to the sharp architecture of her spine. Her dark hair was pulled back into a knot so tight it looked painful, framing a face that had once been my entire universe and was now a foreign, hostile country. To the sea of murmuring journalists, interior design moguls, and socialite vultures, we were the undisputed royalty of Italian luxury, the visionary architect and the brilliant tastemaker, hopelessly tangled in both love and commerce. ​"You're leaning away from me, Val," she murmured, her lips barely parting as she tilted her chin toward a cluster of editors from Domus.

signifies, Agatha, the first witch and the mother of all witches." Her eyes, serious. "What you are about to see is a secret that has been guarded for generations. These women are part of my coven, and they have been waiting for you." With a deep breath, Soraya pushed open the door. The room beyond was large and circular, it was illuminated by the warm glow of large candles arranged in a pentagram on the floor. The air was thick with the scent of incense. As Seraphine stepped inside, she recognized some of the women she had seen earlier in the village. They all stood in a circle, their faces illuminated by the flickering light. It turned out people from different packs were here, each woman

"You hide your light within the shadows of my own aura. A true tactic of the Eclipse." "He gets his cunning from his mother, of course," a sweet, melodic voice called out from the arched doorway of the spire. Caelum and Valen turned in unison. Walking toward them across the sunlit snow was Queen Lyra Vance. She wore a sweeping gown of deep emerald velvet, her dark hair woven with golden winter blooms, and her Sun-Marked crest shining with a soft, radiant warmth against her collarbone. Beside it sat the eternal, pulsing gold-and-silver mark of her soul bond with Caelum. Time had only enhanced her breathtaking beauty, adding a serene, regal authority to her soft, empathetic grace.

Like she doesn’t understand how I can look at the parts of her she hides most and still stand closer instead of backing away. Gods. She still doesn’t understand that there is nothing about her that could make me leave. And standing there beneath those wings, finally letting me see her instead of the version she forces the world to accept— She looks less like something broken. And more like something sacred. This is her true form.

All matters of the underworld were currently being run by her most trusted partner, only compulsory matters are tended to by her. As no one in the underworld had seen her face except a handful of people in her main abode, many rumors spread about her being ugly and hideous, they said the sunlight burned her skin like a vampire so her house was painted black and she never came out of her house. They had never seen this queen and others that caught a glimpse of her said she always wore a silk veil embroidered with a blue bird that covered her face. Over the years, faced with the queen's silence, many mercenary groups had used their 'connection' with her to climb up the social ladder. Talking a

When I’m not. These women probably ran the whole supernatural world. While the men were always roaring and yelling in each other’s face about who is who. I know women are the key players in that game of chess. If the queen is protected. Everything is going well and you can make great moves. And when shit goes south, the queen protects the king. I’m guessing this is where you get your warriors and foot soldiers for protection. “The one and only,” Daciana smirks proudly. “Wait, I have heard that he was with someone. The daughter of that small pack’s alpha.” She stares at me with widened eyes. “It makes sense now. I have never seen someone as pretty as her.”

Leto told her. "It will not be easy." An unfamiliar voice appeared from behind Lily. She spun around to find a tall, slender woman dressed in a black silk dress. A thin veil of sparkling silver fabric wrapped around the skirt of this dress. With each sway of the skirt, the fabric sparkled with stars in the sunlight. Thick straps over her shoulders with another thin black veil like cape stretched down her back. Her black hair was braided up into a bun on her head. Her skin was pale as the moon. A circlet sat upon her head. Simple and delicate, with the shape of a crescent moon positioned on its underside. "A Witch learns the basics of Magic in a decade." "Who are you?" Lily asked as the woman