Veil Red Novels & Stories

She liked his touch ,his warmth , but scared of his intensity as well. " Hoor - e - Arhaan ! Don’t ask questions which can make me lose control . I don't want to let you out of this room , your all this beauty is only for my eyes . " Arhaan said the last part frowning and moved back . He took the veil from the cupboard and moved towards her . The veil was made of 2 3 layers of dull golden nets , it was a beauty in itself . Arhaan fixed it on her head , and she was taking his breath away . She was looking like a real angel who got down on earth with all those layers of net .

However, the actual treason was committed by her defiant, fearless eyes when she lifted her gaze. I ran my fingers through my hair, brushing back the strands that obscured my view of her lips, parting sensuously behind the black, translucent veil that concealed her face from the nose down. Something exciting sparked within my veins and it wasn’t just my blood running wild. The veil flowed with the rhythm of her breaths, drifting inches toward and away from her lips in a tantalizing tease. An insignificant piece of fabric had created walls so high around her she seemed unreachable. That veil transformed her from someone ordinary into something... more. Mysterious. Untouchable.

He'd been very convincing about it. He wasn't going to be able to convince himself of anything right now. She was dressed in something that the Dreamveil had apparently assembled from mist and intent, translucent fabric that moved with her like it was part of her, clinging to the swell of her breasts and the curve of her waist and the flare of her hips in a way that made coherent thought genuinely difficult. Her dark hair fell loose around bare shoulders. Her skin caught the Dreamveil's light and held it, glowing from underneath like she was lit by something that had nothing to do with any external source.

Casey P.O.V The air inside the bridal shop smelled faintly of lavender and vanilla, a stark contrast to the chaos in my mind. Lauren was in front of a floor length mirror, swishing back and forth in an ivory gown that glimmered faintly under the boutique's lights. Zazu was helping her to put on the veil .The veil cascaded in delicate waves, pure white and nearly translucent, reaching gracefully down to the floor. Its edges were adorned with intricate lace, soft floral patterns curling like whispers of elegance. When the light hit it , it shimmered faintly, as if dusted with stardust, adding an ethereal glow. It framed Lauren’s face gently, creating an aura of serene beauty and timeless grace

At this point, I was fully willing to show up to the museum in Alex would've loved that. Reaching the last dress, I unhooked it from the hanger and held it up in front of me. It was a short slip-like dress, the color being a wine red. The neckline was a low v-neck and the back had fallen quite low with thin straps to hold the material up. Unlike the other ones, this one was simple. It was also the only one that I thought matched me the most. I just wasn't sure how it'd look on me. Taking off my clothes, I unzipped the

Then I set the phone down and got up. The sun was starting to move across the kitchen wall, catching on the edge of my discarded wedding veil on the counter. I’d brought it home last week after the final fitting. I picked it up now, ran my fingers over the delicate lace. A few days ago, I’d imagined walking down the aisle wearing it. Now it felt like someone else’s dream. Someone I used to be. In the middle of that thought, the TV in the living room flickered on. I hadn’t touched the remote. It was the news feed that auto-played sometimes when my cable restarted.

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

Of course, they did. The hall outside Salle C opened onto a long arcade of stained-glass windows. The late afternoon had slipped toward evening, the light fading from washed-out gray to bruised color. Sun slanted through the glass in bands of red, gold, and blue that painted the stone walls and the polished floor in shards of borrowed fire. Her muscles hummed from the fight, a pleasant ache in her arm where the foil had bitten into her grip. She could still feel the ghost of Noah’s shoulder against her chest. The sharp, ugly sound he’d made when she’d turned him.

She pressed the blade to Charlie's fingertip—light enough that Charlie barely felt it—and a single droplet of blood welled up like a garnet bead. It fell into the obsidian bowl with a soft hiss. The liquid inside reacted instantly—curling with pale gold light that swirled like smoke underwater. Charlie stared. "Is that supposed to happen?" "Yes," Selene murmured. "And no." "Fantastic. I love ambiguous answers." Selene poured a bit of the pearlescent liquid into the bowl. The mixture brightened, then darkened, then brightened again in a pulsing rhythm that made Charlie's skin crawl.