Veil Over Eyes Novels & Stories

“You’re to use this to cover your eyes.” I blinked. “What? Why?” “Don’t worry,” she said softly. “The Prince gave strict instructions. He wants to surprise you.” A surprise? Part of me wanted to refuse. I didn’t like being vulnerable — especially not with my sight taken. But something about her voice… and the way she looked at me — like she knew something magical was waiting — pushed me to trust. I nodded slowly. “Okay.” I took the soft red ribbon and tied it gently around my eyes. Darkness greeted me instantly, and my breath hitched.

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.

She bows blushingly before walking outside my room. The time has come. I wonder what she is like? The other maidservant put a veil on my face, leaving only my eyes to appear a cover the rest. It's a standard rule here, especially if I'm meeting an outsider or someone whose rank is below my family. Despite that, It didn't cover the beauty of Selene but only enhance the mysteriousness and allure of my presence.

This was a dream, and I knew it was a dream while I was inside it, which somehow made it worse, because knowing it was a dream meant knowing it would end. A veil. That was the clearest thing. White, moving in a wind I could not feel, translucent enough that I could see the shape of her behind it without being able to see her face. Gold eyes, watching me through the fabric with an expression I could never fully describe after waking, something between recognition and patience, the look of someone who knew exactly how this ended and was waiting for me to catch up.

Preparing for the final battle. The war for the Veil had truly begun. 🌙

she said. “Yes." “That means either…” A pause. “…someone is protecting him…” “Or someone wants us to think that,” Zevarion finished. Elyra nodded slowly. “And if it’s the second…” “Then they’re manipulating perception,” he said. “Which means,” she added, “everything we see now needs to be questioned.” A quiet settled. Then..... “Not everything,” Zevarion said. Elyra turned her head. “What do you mean?” His gaze stayed on the road.

They were already gone, letting the door slap shut behind them. Someone gave an embarrassed chuckle. "Mama Neia, that was rude, too…" Vivien blinked at the sudden bright blast of sunshine against the snow, but her eyes rapidly adjusted. She had exchanged the laced veil for her mask again yet she hadn't discarded the veil Zephrain had given her and instead hid it in her pocket, just in case she needed it again.

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.

Unlike her who hid hers for fear of being discovered. He took her chin delicately over the veil that covered her face as if protecting it from the outside, he wanted to admire her hazel orbs a little more since he did not have the privilege of delighting with such exotic and beautiful eyes because their owner kept avoiding his gaze. She began to feel uncomfortable and naked before him, but she did not want to break the contact for some strange reason.

Jagged, a scar cut on her skin, running from her head, darting through her left eye brow and stopped below her eyes which made me wonder what kind of animal or weapon marked her face at such a delicate area. Behind her were three other girls, standing gallantly like bodyguards and everyone who passed bowed for them respectfully as if she's the god of the prison while some quickened their steps fearfully as if they just sighted trouble. “I'm sorry." I said, my voice was a bit shaky. She stared at me for a while before a smile suddenly crossed her rigid face. Even her smile looks scary. It could make a baby wet his diaper. “Do you like what you just touch?" She spoke, her voice croaking, be