The Wedding Veil Book Novels & Stories

The plunging neckline left very little to the imagination. "Wow! You really do look beautiful," Mercy repeated, her voice uncharacteristically serious. The maids rushed forward to finish the look. They helped her into her high heels and misted her with perfume. Finally, they placed a delicate white lace veil over her head. The weight of the fabric felt like a shroud. Alexandra turned to the full-length mirror, watching her own reflection. Her breathing was shallow and rapid. This wasn't a dream or a rehearsal anymore. This was her life, and the wedding was starting now.

As they descended the steps, he even carefully placed his arm around her waist to support her. "I'm sure," I responded in an unnervingly calm manner. "Okay, good," Julia said. "Professor Moore was worried you wouldn't be able to stand being away from your husband." Withdrawing my gaze, I turned and headed down the other side. "My wedding has been called off. I've already completed all the arrangements to leave." As soon as I finished speaking, I heard a puzzled voice behind me asking, "Who's leaving?"

Which meant that the battle had been lost, and Andrei was still here… Being held in Damon’s cell while the Winter King stole his face. I remained calm, although my mind raced. For the first time since waking, I noticed something out of the corner of my eye. I lifted my hand to touch my hair, and felt the thin, gauzy fabric of a white veil covering my head. A wedding veil. “Andrei… What’s going on?” I whispered. I reached into my pocket for my knife, preparing to strike if need be. “How did you get all of the soldiers back in their cases? And what’s up with the wedding veil…?”

"So, it really is your wedding today?" I looked him dead in the eye, calm and composed. "You think I'm like you? Always playing with people like they're pawns in your little games? "The wedding dress was custom-made, and Gavin brought the ring back from overseas. Neither of them was rented." Easton looked like he'd just been stabbed. "Then, the e-invite..." I opened my phone and shoved my feed in front of his face.

CELESTE. I had heard people say that veils were meant to shield the bride from bad luck. In my case, however, it was to protect the world from the truth-my truth. I kept my chin lifted as I walked down the aisle, every step of my slippered feet measured, the heels silent on the antique marble floor. I was dressed like a woman in love; my gloved hands clutching a bouquet of winter roses, lips painted a soft shade of pink, veil trailing like smoke behind me, heart racing like the wind that coursed through my ears.

... The wedding was set for the 28th of next month. A bit rushed, but not crazy. I hadn't seen Ezio since that video call. Harriet told me he was grinding through work to clear his schedule for the wedding and honeymoon. I wasn't sure if I bought it. I kept hearing about Desmond through friends. He and Megan posted a couple's photo online, then deleted it a week later. A friend vented, "I bet he's trying to get your attention. Guys like that are immature, thinking they can make you jealous with that."

“Of course. It’s been ten years. Who else could I marry but you? “Autumn, what are you even thinking about?” Right. Ten years. Yet the words on the metal box kept appearing in my mind, uncontrollably. “The greatest regret of my life is that I can’t give you a wedding.” He let go of me, brimming with excitement as he discussed the details of tomorrow’s wedding rehearsal. He mimicked the priest reciting the vows. “For richer or poorer… in sickness and in health… “To take Miss Autumn Taylor as your wife… “To be married to…” But every single word felt like a needle piercing my chest.

He agreed without hesitation. On the day of the party, I wore a custom-made maternity gown, silk and lace draping softly over my six-month belly. I didn't want to just stand around, so I helped register the guests. My husband mingled effortlessly, laughing and chatting, yet his gaze, soft and affectionate, kept drifting back to me. The air was thick with the scent of flowers and cake. Everything was perfect, until a man and woman appeared at the gate. The man, dressed in a white trench coat, looked at me first in surprise, then in confusion.

A single pedestal rose from its middle. And resting atop it....... was a book. Everyone froze. The book looked ancient. Older than anything they'd seen before. Its cover was made of black leather. Silver symbols decorated the edges. The same symbols connected to the Gate. The Key. The families. Everything. Seraphina's face lost color. "No." The whisper escaped her lips. Zevarion frowned. "What is it?" The woman stared at the book. "The Founders' Record." Silence. Even Lucien looked shocked.

“Veils? Minthe, our pack rituals do not use veils. That is a human custom from the old lands. Why would we—“ “Because veils have always been used for brides, haven’t they?” I cut him off, my voice steady, layered with a dark, deliberate precision. “In the human world, the veil hides the bride’s face until the very moment the vows are spoken. It keeps the identity hidden until it is too late to change anyone’s mind. I want it to be exactly the same for this ceremony.” I let go of his hands, stepping back as the full layout of my plan crystallizes in my mind.