Veil Over Eye Novels & Stories

Jagged, a scar cut on her skin, running from her head, darting through her left eye brow and stopped below her eyes which made me wonder what kind of animal or weapon marked her face at such a delicate area. Behind her were three other girls, standing gallantly like bodyguards and everyone who passed bowed for them respectfully as if she's the god of the prison while some quickened their steps fearfully as if they just sighted trouble. “I'm sorry." I said, my voice was a bit shaky. She stared at me for a while before a smile suddenly crossed her rigid face. Even her smile looks scary. It could make a baby wet his diaper. “Do you like what you just touch?" She spoke, her voice croaking, be

Their words are ingrained in my being. “Wait,” the intense voice says. The sound travels through me, and my eyes flutter close on their own accord. “What?” “The veil.” “What happened to it?” “Someone has breached it.” I peek through the little space, careful to keep my body out of view. I can’t see the one with the dark hair, the one who seems to have a particular aura oozing off him. He is standing with his back turned against me, his eyes trained on the other person.

Not many foundations work out well for me. I then used a brush to apply my rituel de fille ethereal veil conceal & cover concealer under my eyes, on my chin, on the T-zone, and around my nose because those were the only necessary places for me. I started working it out real slow, I didn’t use it all up at once. I mean, the idea is to spot-treat and not leave a goop out on my face like that. The rituel de fille ethereal veil conceal & cover is super pigmented, blends incredibly, and leaves my skin flawless, just how I like it.

His silver eyes scan the ground, the trees, the sky. I follow his gaze to the tear in the earth ahead. A jagged wound, maybe four feet wide, snaking through the clearing like a scar. Light rises from it. It’s not moonlight or fire, but something far stranger. “That’s not a sinkhole,” I murmur. “No,” he agrees. “That’s the Veil. Or what’s left of it.” Magic hums under my skin. Not mine. Not Erik’s. The forest’s. The other thing’s.

She explained, “The k’tai is for focus.” “What do you mean?” He was still staring and nearly in shock. He was beginning to feel the need to hold her again. He held out his arms and she sat back down. He held her tightly. “I spend much of my time in deep prayer and meditation. The veil helps me to focus inward and push away the outer world. That is what Cuia meant for young girls and ladies to do. We must focus inwardly to understand the world around us and to find our true selves. If ever I take it off in front a young man, he will be the one I have chosen.”

It was a veil. “For your safety, Luna,” he said. My fingers hesitated before taking it. “For my safety?” I asked. Ryan answered instead. “You look like her,” he said. “That is the point of this journey. But here, we control how much they see.” I nodded slowly. Malcom helped me fix the veil over my head. It fell over my face, thin enough for me to see through, but dark enough to hide my features. My heart started beating faster. Everything felt wrong.

“You’ll take my place guarding Princess Willow. Wear my jacket, this mask, and the cap. Make sure you’re visible from outside.” Sean hesitated, frowning. “If I may ask… where are you going, sir?” Rael paused, like he was shouldering an invisible weight. “There’s a fire at the Moonveil distillery. But this isn’t just a fire. The timing’s too perfect. Too... calculated. I have to see it for myself.” He started removing his jacket and handed it to Sean, then pulled on the soldier’s plain uniform instead. His movements were quick, practiced—like he’d already made this decision long before I even noticed.

Hot tears streamed down my face, burning my skin. He didn't believe me. Even at a moment of life and death, he didn't believe me. Seeing that I had given up struggling, he leaned down, his thumb gently wiping the tears from the corner of my eye. "Good girl. This won't hurt. I'll have the best supplements flown in from Sicily for you afterward." His palm still had that familiar warmth, carrying the scent of expensive tobacco I had once adored. But now, it was the cold hand of a stranger.

But this was no whisper. This was a scream. The vision had not been a gentle unfolding of possibility, no drifting veil of futures yet to be. It was a brutal unveiling, a tearing away of all that was safe. The Veil—shimmering, invisible, ever-present—was not merely thinning. It was tearing.

’’ Kara said. She pulled down her black veil which she had tucked to one side. The veil was to protect her eyes and for people not to see how swollen and puffy they were. Kara had no doubt that her eyes were already red. That was one of the major reasons she wore the veil, it was to shield her eyes from nosy people. Paulo gripped her hands in his, walking with her towards the grand hall. The guards who were strategically placed at major points within the mansion. They stood stiffly as they watched Paulo and Kara walk down the hallway and towards the grand hall.