Veil Over Eyes Novels & Stories

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.

Silk. He tied her wrists together behind her back. "Can you move?" he asked. She tugged. "No." "Good." He stood. She heard him move away. Then the light clicked on. Vienna blinked. The room was bright now. She saw Ezra standing in front of her, a length of black silk in his hands. He knelt again. This time, he wrapped the silk around her eyes. A blindfold. "Now you cannot see," he said. "You cannot move. You can only feel."

“That essence mingles strong—use for veil potency, or distract?” Lira veiled spectral, third-eye pulsing erratic white. “Visions devour depths—branches infinite, prophecies crown bleed if forced. Harmony adapts subtle; undercrypt hungers heirs' blood, personal now. Whispers seek from sight? Bond's heat veils deeper—refuse tempt, guide true,” she intoned ethereal, veil shifting to reveal luminous concern. “Paths branch dark; choose wise, or self-fulfill ruin.”

I held the tiny mediator carefully in my palm, letting it hover slightly as I presented it to Instructor Feline. I was still pretending to be blind. He raised an eyebrow, his gaze lingering on the pieces of silk covering my eyes. “Why are you wearing a veil?” My heart stuttered. Instantly, I wondered if he could see through me. If he had already that the see-through fabric was just a lie. But I reminded myself to breathe, to keep my posture loose, my expression unguarded. “It is safer this way,” I replied calmly. “My eyes are… sensitive. Dust, light. I do not want to risk further damage.”

Her eyes widen, but she nods, her aura steadying me, a silent promise. Before the standoff breaks, a rift pulses, its void roaring, and the plain trembles, the twin suns dimming. Aelys’s aura surges, her voice a hymn. “The Veil’s here!” She leads us forward, the map glowing, and we reach the radiant vale—a basin of crystal and light, the First Ones’ city glowing within, its spires pulsing with Veil-energy. But a barrier shimmers, its aura a black star, Overveil-touched, its pulse warping the vale’s light.

"We can't just stand here." Tharros's golden eyes flickered as he crossed his arms. "Neither of you is seeing the wider picture. The Veil is more than just an opening we can prod. Even attempting to open it or tampering with it could cause uncontrollable chaos. I apologize, but I don't believe we should take the chance. I felt a wave of frustration. I struck the invisible barrier that separated the Veil from us. It vibrated menacingly as it shuddered under the force.

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.