Veil Over Eyes Novels & Stories

She smiled and eyes change back to normal. “You don't have to be sorry Alpha, it was my fate,” she said, Ezra looked down I'm shame. “I am sorry, Moon eyes. I never thought…” Ezra apologized, she nodded. “It is okay Beta, it is my duties,” she said, we hand over our glasses and thanked her. After we finished clearing the cabin out, Ezra and I went our separate ways. I decided to go to the Veil Exchange. It is a black market for the supernatural, it only visible to those who bleed at the entrance, it is hidden inside a old underground train station.

The woman wore a veil that covered most of her face, but under that veil were eyes that reeked of malicious contempt and deep hatred. A smirk formed on my lips immediately, and I nodded in acquiescence.

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.

Was this the union I had envisioned, or was it a performance crafted to shield me from the complexities that now cast a long shadow over our shared future? As my fingers traced the delicate lace of the veil, a moment of revelation dawned. The image before me represented not only a bride on her wedding day but also a woman on the precipice of a life-altering decision. The weight of the veil mirrored the veiled truths that lingered beneath the surface of our love story, and with each passing second, the inevitability of the choices ahead became more palpable.

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 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.

“She’s going to break records.” They placed a heavy silk blindfold over her eyes, plunging her back into darkness.

I sat up, rubbing my throbbing temples, and walked to the window, pulling aside the heavy velvet curtains. Outside, a blizzard raged, blanketing the world in a chaotic swirl of white. And in that whiteness stood a solitary black figure. Daemon was wearing a thin black cashmere coat, completely covered in snow. A layer of frost coated his hair and eyebrows. He stood there, rigid, his gaze locked on the faint light of my bedroom window. I sighed, opened a black umbrella, and walked out into the swirling snow. The moment Daemon saw me, his lips already purple from the cold, he spoke with desperate haste.

"The Veil. An ancient force of illusion and deception. It feeds on confusion and mistrust, and it's been waking since our battle against the darkness." "How do we fight something we can't see?" Darian asked, his voice gruff. "With truth." Alina met his eyes. "The Veil thrives on lies and deception. It creates illusions, twists perceptions, sows d*****d. But it cannot survive in the light of truth. We must be vigilant, honest, and united." Mira spoke up, her voice thoughtful. "What about the people? If the Veil is already seeping into the world, it may be affecting them already. They may not even know it."

"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 ."