Veil Over Eyes Novels & Stories

His voice was low and steady. "Yes." I looked straight at him, my voice clear. "I've known for a while." Vincent would never be this thoughtful. He wouldn't notice the faint swelling on my fingers, wouldn't offer warmth and protection without asking for something in return. My face blindness might keep me from recognizing features, but my heart was never blind. When someone truly cared for me, that genuine tenderness and respect seeped from their very bones. It couldn't be faked. He met my gaze, and the tension in his eyes slowly melted away.

The panel had been reinforced twice with barrier glyphs designed to prevent tampering. And yet the outer rim had been cleaned. Not recently. But not long ago either. Days, maybe. A week at most. A Thornveil trap this deep didn’t react to idle interest. You had to know what you were reaching for. Which meant whoever accessed this wasn’t just hiding. They were hunting. I didn’t touch the sigil. Not yet. I’d seen what Thornveil backlash could do to people with pure bloodlines. I had no intention of finding out how it would react to something like me.

I can see the tension in his small frame. As we approach the edge of the forest, the mist begins to thicken around us. It swirls and eddies, taking on an otherworldly quality that sends a shiver down my spine. The trees thin out, revealing a vast expanse of shimmering fog that seems to stretch endlessly in all directions. Elowen pauses at the threshold, her eyes scanning the misty landscape before us. "Remember," she says, her voice barely above a whisper, "the Veil will try to deceive you. Trust only what you can touch, not what you see or hear."

Shia and Khailis could only look in awe at him. “His eyes are veiled,” Eily said after looking intently at the man standing guard in front of them. “How did you know?” “I could see the veil that was drawn over on his face. It’s probably made of wind, which was manipulated with transformative magic.” “You know about this kind of magic,” Shia said with hope in her voice. “Can you remove it?” “I could, but not entirely, since I am not the originator of this magic. You do know that only the originator could remove a curse entirely,” Eily said.

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.”

“But with you using your eyes, will there be a crack in the Veil?” My stomach flipped, eyes widening as Adelaide’s voice filled my head once more. She had said the Veil was cracking, and it had already done so every time I had used my eyes in the present. The answer was very obvious, and I had already accepted it. A small, but calm smile pulled at my lips. “It will.”

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.

It spread quickly, rolling low across the ground before lifting higher, swallowing the houses one by one. Within moments, the entire settlement was wrapped in it. Eira grabbed my wrist. “Windows,” she said. We moved fast, checking every crack and corner, pressing cloth along the edges of the frames. “Is it dangerous?” I asked. “Not exactly dangerous,” she said after a moment. “Just… not meant for everyone.” “That doesn’t sound comforting.” She glanced at the thick mist outside before speaking again. “It’s called the Memory Veil. It fills the empty spaces history left behind—the parts that were lost or erased. When it shows up, it means the past and the present are beginning to collide agains

“It will never forget you.” Arthur bares his teeth in a grin that is all promise and defiance. “Good,” he says. “Neither will we.” We step through the doorway together. Behind us, the Veil closes— Not like a prison. Like an eye that has just learned how to see.

Her family and fellow pack members looked on, their expressions a mix of relief and anticipation, unaware of the emotional turmoil that churned within Elvie. The weight of the veils lifted, Elvie felt a rush of awareness flooding back, and with it, a wave of conflicting emotions. Her eyes, once veiled by an otherworldly calmness, now glistened with unshed tears. The reality of the situation crashed upon her like an unrelenting tide, washing away the remnants of the spell that had ensnared her.