Veil Over Eyes Novels & Stories

But this was no whisper. This was a scream. The vision had not been a gentle unfolding of possibility, no drifting veil of futures yet to be. It was a brutal unveiling, a tearing away of all that was safe. The Veil—shimmering, invisible, ever-present—was not merely thinning. It was tearing.

tears flew down from his eyes. “That's how I became your sinner,” he spoke out, freezing her. “That's how you become the veil of this sinner, Eizlin….”

He made it seem like I could easily rip Sylvia into pieces with just my sight. I only realized I had tears streaking down my face when I felt Marcus' hand on my cheek. "Don't cry, honey. I'm sorry. Please listen to me, okay? It's not what you think…" Marcus kept wiping my tears away in a fit of panic, but he could never stem my tears no matter how much he wiped. In the end, he just pulled me into his arms and began comforting me in soft tones. At the same time, he prevented me from looking at Sylvia.

“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.

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.

And I could see something else too, something behind my own eyes that hadn't been there before. A figure, standing just behind me, made of nothing but light. A veil, white and flowing, appeared out of nowhere and wrapped itself slowly around my body like a gown woven from something more than fabric. Thin material settled over my shoulders, weightless. A translucent veil drifted behind my head, moving gently even though there was no wind anywhere in this place to move it. I stared down at myself, not understanding any of it, my hands trembling as I took in what I'd become.

Then another vision appeared. Zevarion stood at the end of the corridor, wearing a crown, his face cold and unfamiliar. He was holding a sword pointed toward her. Elyra stepped back. “That is not real.” “No,” Zevarion said firmly. “It is trying to frighten you.” The corridor changed again. This time, Elyra saw Zevarion kneeling beside her body. His hands were covered in blood. His expression was empty. The vision was so convincing that she felt the grief before she could fight it.

"Like, you just found out or you've known me for my whole life?" "Just found out." She cocked an eyebrow at me. "Are you immune to the Veil?" "Remi told me about the Veil, it rewrites people's memories." She nodded. "To cover up the supernatural. Sometimes, you can manipulate people's memories just by acting like something happened. The Veil will take it as an opportunity to fix something supernatural in their memory and rewrite it. It doesn't always work. I've been off the grid for a long time. My sudden appearance will probably upset the Veil. We can use that to our advantage and make people remember things how we want them to, or at least we can try."

Jared gave me a wry smile. “You've been very busy with everything of late. Don't be hard on yourself, okay? It's not your fault,” I consoled. “Thanks,” “So what was that veiling thing you were talking about?” I asked, curious to know. “Oh, it's an invisible covering and barrier to safeguard the festival from the human world. A powerful witch would be there to cast the concealing spell,” he said, and that got me intrigued. I want to see what it looks like and I was glad that I was going to be able to witness it, at least.

She yearned for it, even though it felt like a dream that was too good to be true. Leila looked into the mirror. She had a soft face, without any sharp features. If not for her irregular purple eyes, she would certainly be the kind of girl anyone would like. But she couldn’t change that, could she? Her eyes would always be an inseparable part of her. But tonight, she had made a decision to hide them, temporarily, behind the thin, translucent voile fabric in Nyree’s hand. “Are you sure about this fortune teller?” Leila placed her fingers at the base of the flaming candle; she liked the warmth.