Veil Over Eye Novels & Stories

Morning sunlight filtered through the curtains, the warm glow dancing across the lavish furnishings of my room. I sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the small velvet box on my dresser. Alexander’s unexpected gesture still lingered in my mind, but I pushed it aside for now. Today was about reclaiming a piece of myself.

Minutes later, she returns with a soft charcoal veil that drapes over my ears and nose and rests gently just above my lips. I hook it on slowly, then meet my reflection again. The veil covers just enough. What little expression remains on my face is my own. When Maxwell meets me outside the council room, his eyes flick to the veil immediately. “What’s that for?” he asks. I keep my voice light but firm. “I didn’t sleep well. I’ve got a rash on my face and I look terrible. But you just said you need this negotiation to go smoothly. The veil won’t interfere.”

It would be too hasty if he did it now. The man was observing Valerie who was watching him with a misty and wary gaze at the same time. Though subtle, there was fear there, within Valerie's gaze; fear mixed with helplessness. Jose gently stretched out his hand and realized that Valerie immediately stiffened, like an injured animal that does not believe in her helper. However, all Jose did was lift up the black silk blanket, back over her br*asts. The man glanced at the burning blue candle at the foot of the bed, which Valerie was unable to glance at as it made her stomach churn with something she was unable to control.

The woman looking back at me had sharp, predatory eyes, the dark kohl making my gaze look entirely colder than it actually was. The kohl and the contour were just the base. The real shield was a delicate, sparkling lace veil that draped from the gold hairpins at the crown of my head down to my shoulders. It obscured the lower half of my face in a soft, shimmering shadow, leaving only my eyes visible. It was a perfect disguise, striking enough to fit the high-society theme, but opaque enough to erase the plain American woman completely.

Liquid metal slid down my skin like tears of mercury. The runes screamed as they dissolved. The guards fell back completely now, fear naked in their eyes. The shadows surged forward, curling around my legs—not suffocating. Protecting. Matron Iskrya fell to her knees. “She carries the Veil,” she breathed. The word echoed. Veil. I had never heard it before. Rhaegon looked at her sharply. “Explain.” But she was staring at me like I was the end of something. Or the beginning.

"Your veil, Luna!" Veil! I stared at the thick gold circle flowing gauzy veil. It would be too hot to use a veil, but on the other hand, it would blur my vision. I wouldn't be able to see Edmond clearly; I could imagine and dream that ... "Give it to me ."

"Can I have my veil back please?" I twirled the white cloth, meeting her clear blue eyes. "No." I deadpanned, holding her gaze firmly. A second passed and then she leaped in attempt to pull the veil from my hands. Again, I was quicker. I lifted my hand, successfully keeping the veil out of her reach and causing her to land against my chest.

Then I set the phone down and got up. The sun was starting to move across the kitchen wall, catching on the edge of my discarded wedding veil on the counter. I’d brought it home last week after the final fitting. I picked it up now, ran my fingers over the delicate lace. A few days ago, I’d imagined walking down the aisle wearing it. Now it felt like someone else’s dream. Someone I used to be. In the middle of that thought, the TV in the living room flickered on. I hadn’t touched the remote. It was the news feed that auto-played sometimes when my cable restarted.

The veil did not shield me from his burning gaze and the aura around him felt choking. He continued to stare into the veil allowing his eyes meet mine as he tried to send a message. I wanted the opportunity to appreciate his features. My heart fluttered as he stared at me for a second I caught something in his eyes that could be mistaken for care but it vanished the same time it came.

"Then hurry up, Mina. Put the pins in my hair. I'm already tired of the process." The old woman stared at me for a long, heavy moment. She searched my eyes for any trace of hesitation. Finding none, she simply nodded her head once. She walked over, picked up a dark, sheer piece of heavy mesh, and prepared the final step. She draped the dark veil directly over my head. The world instantly went dim. The thick mesh fell over my face, completely obscuring my vision. I could only see vague shapes and the blurred floor in front of my boots.