Veil Over Eye Novels & Stories

Eyes. On me. I turned slightly. And there she was. Violet. Standing like she had been waiting. Of course she had. Her gaze moved over me slowly. Taking everything in. Not curious. Not surprised. Just… aware. “You went outside,” she said. Not a question. I crossed my arms lightly. “I have legs.” “That’s not what I meant.” “I know.” Her lips curved slightly. Not quite a smile. “You’re adjusting quickly.” “I’m adapting.” “That’s dangerous.”

As Valentina sinks into the plush chair, her red eyes show she's been struggling with allergies. Even in her simple jeans and T-shirt, she still looks captivating. From where I stand, I watch her with a sense of admiration. The way she tries to soothe her irritated eyes, the subtle furrow of her brow—it makes me smile subtly. In this moment, as she takes a moment to rest, There's something about her vulnerability that draws me in. She may not realize it, but even in this moment, she's incredibly attractive.

I said truthfully. "Yeah but I have to put this on you." She brought out a black small veil from her purse. "As in a blind fold?" "Yes, I need to blind fold you." She said and I don't like blindfolds but I don't want to complain. I want her to do everything she has planned to do, just the way she planned it. "I hate blindfolds but okay." I turned slightly and she put the veil and all I can see is pitch black.

Everything about her appearance was designed for maximum impact. She was the kind of woman who turned heads just by stepping into a room, the kind whose presence made others sit up straighter. And right now, she had a rough idea, a very rough idea, why she was here. Vanessa removed her sunglasses with a classiness that needed to be studied, revealing her shade of brown Hawthorne eyes. Her assessing gaze flicked from Zander to Kallista. A soft smirk played on her lips, but there was nothing warm about it.

He was staring directly into her eyes with a look that she couldn’t point out. He takes a step forward to lift the veil off her face and her heart beat quickens. The veil was the only thing protecting her from his piercing gaze . She knew he could still see her even with the veil in front of her. The veil was transparent but it felt like a sort of shield to her. He lifts the veil off and stares at her, his eyes scanning every feature on her face before it stops at her lips. His eyes come back to look directly at her eyes before he crashes his lips on hers without warning.

I muttered, turning away to check the security monitors on the wall, wincing slightly as the pain flared up my arm. ​"Sit down, Valeriano," she commanded. ​It wasn't a request. It was the voice of a woman who was used to giving orders and having them obeyed. I looked back at her, surprised by the cold authority in her tone, but something in her eyes made me stop. There was no anger there tonight. Just a deep, heavy exhaustion that looked far too old for her face. ​She walked over to the small emergency medical kit tucked into the steel wall cabinet, popped the latch, and pulled out a roll of clean white gauze, a bottle of disinfectant, and a small metal sewing kit.

The nurse kept on checking on her as it has been 2 hours already and she was still in deep slumber. Another hour passed as Amelthia slowly gained consciousness. She slowly opened her eyes trying to take in her surrounding, her mind and thoughts everywhere. Amelthia blinks her eyes for a good second and moves her eyes around the room as her eyes take in the white ceiling and walls and the 2 chairs set around with a table and a flower vase in the center of the table, moving on the other side she sees machines and around and then she notices the IV attached to her hand, she thought

The forest looked warped beneath the half-light, and the air hung still, charged with invisible tension. Iris shaded her eyes. “Is it an eclipse?” Aiden’s voice was low. “No. It’s the Veil.” The Veil. An ancient omen—a curtain between the mortal world and the realm of the spirits. For it to descend now meant something catastrophic was drawing near. It meant the boundaries were cracking, and the Hollow Throne was stirring. Her mark burned. Not with the usual golden fire, nor with the black void it had flirted with before. Now, it shimmered a dusky violet—a melding of both. Balance unbalanced.

He staggered but kept coming. Marcus tackled him, but in the struggle, the attacker activated a hidden device. A blinding flash and gas began pouring in. Pera coughed, vision blurring. Marcus reached for her, bloodied and fierce. “Pera hold on!” Her legs gave out as the gas took effect. The last thing she saw was Marcus fighting like a beast, roaring her name, before darkness swallowed her. When her eyes fluttered open moments later, she was being carried roughly over someone’s shoulder down emergency stairs, away from the penthouse. Not Marcus.

he invites, his tone laced with a calm authority. For a brief moment, she hesitates, the weight of uncertainty hanging in the air between them. But then, drawn by an inexplicable trust, she places her hand into his, feeling the warmth of his grip as he gently guides her out. The world around them is alive with the sweet whispers of nature, the faint floral scent wrapping around her like a delicate shawl. Yet, before she can fully take in the vibrant hues of the blooming landscape, he produces a silky blindfold from his pocket.