Veil Over Eye Novels & Stories

"Like, you just found out or you've known me for my whole life?" "Just found out." She cocked an eyebrow at me. "Are you immune to the Veil?" "Remi told me about the Veil, it rewrites people's memories." She nodded. "To cover up the supernatural. Sometimes, you can manipulate people's memories just by acting like something happened. The Veil will take it as an opportunity to fix something supernatural in their memory and rewrite it. It doesn't always work. I've been off the grid for a long time. My sudden appearance will probably upset the Veil. We can use that to our advantage and make people remember things how we want them to, or at least we can try."

In silence, they both stood divided by the veil, the sensual music saying the words she couldn't utter. He broke the silence after a few minutes with the words, "Deactivate the veil." Clara watched intently, her heart beating in anticipation as the veil rolled and slid sideways, stopping at the wall. He was still masked, but she could see his eyes under the erotic red illumination. His eyes were grey like a labyrinth of magical ocean; the sharp orbs beckoning her to drown in them.

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

The room seemed to shrink. This wasn’t just about Noah. This wasn’t even about the kiss-that-almost-was. It was what she’d unleashed in the moment she snapped. Hiraya paced once, then turned back, eyes wide and shimmering with a clairvoyance she didn’t want. “They felt you,” she said. “All of them. Everything that waits on the other side of the veil for a Sombra to slip.” Her voice trembled. “You didn’t send a call. But you leaked it. And now the dark knows where you are.”

“She’s stronger than us, Lena. Let her.” Aelys’s voice peaks, a hymn of eternity, “Veil, seal your heart!” The relic erupts, starlight and shadow binding its crystal heart, the guardian dissolving, its aura merging with the relic, the chamber stabilizing. But a cosmic ripple surges, the Overveil’s whisper roaring—I am awake—and rifts flare, their void radiant, the twin suns dimming.

Only a priest's prayers could ensure that Daeleen received my eyes. Onlookers expressed envy, and some were even moved to tears by Samuel's devotion to Daeleen. What they did not know was that the romantic Capo they were admiring had plucked out his own wife's eyes, and that the owner of the eyeballs on display were now lying on a bed, staring into nothing but darkness. There was no painkiller being administered. All the moans from the pain left me panting for air, with only the ventilator to keep me from suffocating.

That was the first time Izzat was reciprocating her intense gaze. Thalia quickly put a distance between the two of them and lowered her head in embarrassment. Her face reddened. The red color spread out to the tip of her ears and the back of her slender neck. "What do you mean by that, Thalia? See what?" Rather than answering her question, Izzat pretended he didn't understand Thalia's inquiry. "Those black and hazy mist that surrounds Lim's body this entire time. You saw them, right? Just like me."

And then there was the final catalyst: a double-inscribed seal that bound both triggers into one failsafe. “I’m going to hurt you,” I said. Evelina rolled up her sleeve and presented her arm without hesitation. “So do most things that are worth surviving.” I chewed on the inside of my cheek to avoid replying that last time I felt something worth surviving, it had been her arm wrapped around my shoulders. We set to work without further conversation.

“Tell me what’s wrong.” Ael’s violet-blue eye flickered like a storm. He looked measured, careful, like he was deciding how much I could handle. “There’s something hidden… deep within the forbidden. Within the veil,” he said slowly. “It’s strong… and evil. A crack has been torn in the veil.”

Close enough to smell the faint scent of graphite, fabric, and jasmine clinging to her skin. She didn’t move away anymore when I got close. That realization did something unsettling to my chest. “What’s that one called?” I asked quietly, nodding toward the sketch. Elara tilted the page slightly toward me. A long black coat with sculpted shoulders and hidden inner layers designed to conceal small weapons. “Veil,” she said softly. “It’s supposed to look elegant until you notice how dangerous it actually is.” My eyes lifted slowly to hers. “That sounds familiar.” Her lips curved faintly despite herself.