Veil Over Eyes Novels & Stories

"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 ."

Everything about her appearance was designed for maximum impact. She was the kind of woman who turned heads just by stepping into a room, the kind whose presence made others sit up straighter. And right now, she had a rough idea, a very rough idea, why she was here. Vanessa removed her sunglasses with a classiness that needed to be studied, revealing her shade of brown Hawthorne eyes. Her assessing gaze flicked from Zander to Kallista. A soft smirk played on her lips, but there was nothing warm about it.

he invites, his tone laced with a calm authority. For a brief moment, she hesitates, the weight of uncertainty hanging in the air between them. But then, drawn by an inexplicable trust, she places her hand into his, feeling the warmth of his grip as he gently guides her out. The world around them is alive with the sweet whispers of nature, the faint floral scent wrapping around her like a delicate shawl. Yet, before she can fully take in the vibrant hues of the blooming landscape, he produces a silky blindfold from his pocket.

First, the veil. From a hidden pocket sewn into the waistband of my trousers—a precaution they had missed in their rough search—I pulled a small glass vial. It was cool to the touch. Inside, a liquid swirled like mist and oil, holding shadows within it. A Mirage Veil potion. Expensive. Rare. Given to me weeks ago by a hooded figure in the market: a man who owed my father a debt and who understood the new order I would bring. “For when the walls have eyes,” the man had whispered, pressing the vial into my hand.

"Can I have my veil back please?" I twirled the white cloth, meeting her clear blue eyes. "No." I deadpanned, holding her gaze firmly. A second passed and then she leaped in attempt to pull the veil from my hands. Again, I was quicker. I lifted my hand, successfully keeping the veil out of her reach and causing her to land against my chest.

I brush along it with my eyes, and I understand: only one who does not look down may cross. I close my eyes and trust the direction of the sound. Step in. The bridge doesn’t sway, doesn’t creak, there is no sense of falling beneath—only absence, where even the weight of one’s body is forgotten. The sound is close now—two steps, maybe three. I open my eyes: a wall of glass stands before me. It cannot be seen—only when my palm presses to it does the mist reveal it, leaving a mark. Beyond it, movement: an arm, not mine, darker than the dark, gently lifting something. A small body. The strip of the Veil glimmers silver in the half-light.

As soon as I touched it, the world went away. I was no longer in the Sanctum. I was all over the place. My mind opened up at a dizzying rate. I could see the whole area from above, but I could also see deep into the ground, into the burrows of sleeping animals, and even into the cells of the leaves on the trees. I could feel the pack's happiness as they celebrated, Kenny's peaceful sleep in his crib, and the slow, patient thoughts of the old trees. And then my view was pulled even further. I saw the Veil. It was no longer a weak, patched-up wall. It was a living, shimmering membrane that glowed with the same emerald and obsidian light as the medallion. It was very strong. Strong.

That was the first time Izzat was reciprocating her intense gaze. Thalia quickly put a distance between the two of them and lowered her head in embarrassment. Her face reddened. The red color spread out to the tip of her ears and the back of her slender neck. "What do you mean by that, Thalia? See what?" Rather than answering her question, Izzat pretended he didn't understand Thalia's inquiry. "Those black and hazy mist that surrounds Lim's body this entire time. You saw them, right? Just like me."

, She heard Vance. Purple softly remove the blindfold from her eye. She blinks her eyes to adjust through the light. As purple looked in front of her, she gasped; her hand automatically covered her mouth as tears filled her eyes. 'T-this ......h-how..."

I knew what it was, what I needed, but I just couldn’t quite remember… A thin veil stretched across my screen of vision. It crinkled when I touched it, soft but hard, thin and malleable but resistant to tears. I frowned at it, pressing my fingertips against it one by one. Then, ever so slowly, a thread of red began to trickle down the veil.