The Veiled Queen Novels & Stories

Her mate didn’t seem to like me, maybe things could change if I gave her the right impression. She lifted her veil and let it fall over her hair. I held in a gasp. Her face was scarred; that was why she was in a veil, why she had left no skin exposed; she was hiding the scars. I should have suspected this when I saw her standing behind Alpha Slade, her head down, but of course I didn’t. I expected the Luna Queen to be a fierce wolf, a figure to be looked up to.

"You've shown me something I thought impossible. True cooperation between species. Perhaps our realms should remain separate after all. My kind is too cruel for yours, and yours too chaotic for mine." Ravencrest stepped forward, suspicious. "Why would you offer that? You wanted to merge the realms." "Because ruling your world would be more trouble than it's worth," the Queen said bluntly. "I see that now. Better to close the Veil and maintain separation." I moved to Thelma's side, taking her hand. "What's the catch?" Queen Maeve smiled coldly. "Smart wolf. The catch is this. I will close the Veil tears and maintain them. But to seal the bargain, one person must stay behind as insurance. If y

Erik sucks at his teeth, and rubs his face, “So, what did they do?” He scratches his forehead, “It must be awful, knowing my father.” George keeps his face even and his voice calm, “They attempted to rape and murder my Queen early this morning. And they drugged us both, they wanted me to watch.” Celine puts a hand on his, and the two pale. “They were working as part of an organisation called the Veil. There are two sides of this Veil in Germany, one is working towards unity between all peoples, the other isn’t. They are part of the one that wants my Queen dead. Not the nice one, unsurprisingly.” They both nod,

The Queen is already convinced that this woman seated before her would be an ideal caregiver for her eldest grandson. ‘Jasper, are you sensing it as well?’ she alerted her mate in the mind link. 'It's her! I can't quite pinpoint what sets this candidate apart, but for many generations, her family has rendered exceptional service to women and newborns. She stands out from all the other applicants.' The King remains skeptical. 'Yes, but there is something mysterious about her. The veil, perhaps?', the King still doubted. 'Why would she still wear it indoors?' “Do you object to taking off the veil when you are with my grandson or under certain circumstances?" she asked the woman now.

I looked up, meeting their gazes. “That’s only partially true.” Maverick frowned. “The Veil doesn’t bend, not even for rogues.” “It doesn’t bend,” I agreed. “It responds.” The room drowned in sudden silence. Even Lucien stilled beside me. “The Veil is Lunar magic. Royal magic.” My voice dropped, steady and certain. “And I’m not just royal blood.” The ring flared, silver light spilled across the map, illuminating the routes like veins of power. “I’m its queen.”

She stopped in front of me, looking down her nose at me. "And to think you are a princess of the Vaughn family. So spoiled and willful. You're not fit to touch a single strand of Gianna's hair." A cold laugh echoed in my mind. So this was the real reason Daemon married me. To make me the perfect prop to highlight Gianna's purity and nobility. I, Scarlett Vaughn, was the most dazzling star on New York's racetracks, the wild mare countless men wanted to tame. But in the eyes of Daemon and his mother, I was nothing more than a disposable shield.

The dress flowed effortlessly around her, creating a sense of regal elegance befitting her status as the ruler she was destined to become. Just as Visenya was lost in her own reflection, Sarai approached with a mantilla bridal veil in hand. The delicate fabric matched the design of the dress, with lace and diamond accents adorning its border. Sarai carefully placed the veil on Visenya's head, securing it with a silver comb that glinted in the light. The veil gracefully framed Visenya's face, accentuating her beauty and adding an air of romance to her overall look. It gently cascaded down her back, mingling with her beautiful brown curls that flowed freely, as if embracing her with their natu

So much more than he did his father but he could not deny that she could be a pain in the ass. He knew exactly why she had left her palace to come to his room and he honestly was not in the mood to talk to her. The queen of death moved with such power around her and an aura that showed that she was everyone's worst nightmare. She was trailed by a host of six women dressed like widows with their heads veiled in black silk veils and blacker dresses. When the queen of death and her entourage got near him, Raglan reluctantly stood on his feet and when she was close enough, he bowed his head in reverence to her who had borne him.

This is the city beneath the lake. The Firestone kingdom. “You cannot take this back,” the Firestone Queen says, her eyes still locked on mine. In my vision, I see her clearly, the woman who ruled here before me. “Once you bring down the veil, it cannot be undone. Everything will change.” “I have to. It’s what I was born for, wasn’t it?” “Yes.” Her smile is radiant. “Do you want to know a secret?” I nod. Why not? “Your mate loves you deeply.”

The royal guard announced, "All hail our Queen of Ayruzglow." The White Queen, along with her maids, visited the training field to meet the bride for her son and also to look over her kingdom’s level of warriors. Nora was attacking her opponent ferociously with her sword. The White Queen praised her, "Well done, Nora. You are the gem of our kingdom." Nora stopped her attack and looked at the White Queen. She removed her veil, which she used to cover her face, and dressed in black, she tightly wrapped herself in her garment.