Veil Red Novels & Stories

Jamie rolls his eyes. “Let’s go, then? I have the car ready,” Jamie says jovially. “Yes…oh no wait, there’s one more thing left,” Vi interjects, her eyes widening. “Now what?” Jamie almost whines. Vi dashes back to her room as fast as her five-inch stilettos would allow. Soon she is returning with another package in her hand. Furrow my eyebrows. “What is that?” I ask as she rips open the package. “A veil. I forgot to put it on.” My eyes widen at the beautiful veil in her hand.

It was a time of unmaking. The Red Veil, it said, was the result of a forbidden union between wolfkind and something else. Something beyond the veil of spirit and realm. A Mother of Shadows, nameless, ancient. She chose vessels. She corrupted them. Gifted them with powers that defied the natural laws of the moon. And then, she was sealed away, her vessels destroyed. Or so the elders believed. But a note was scrawled in the margins, barely legible. One will return. A heart bound to blood. She will rise beneath the blood moon, and the gates will open once more.

aphine followed a guard as he led her to the dining room. Luckily, Elaina's maid arrived on time with a blue dress for Elara. They decided that she should wear the blue dress instead of the white one. Only females who were about to wed wore white dresses, and Seraphine didn't want to make Elaina think otherwise. When they got to the door, the guard opened it to let them in. There were so many people dressed like nobles in the room. But from the looks on their faces, you could tell that they weren't from noble families. When Seraphine's eyes met Daven, she noticed him staring at her dress, a frown on his face. Just then, Elaina walked up to her. She was dressed in a beautiful green gown. "I d

The hall was resplendent, decorated in hues of gold and ivory, with hundreds of candles casting a warm glow over the ornate floral arrangements. Guests mingled, their chatter and laughter blending with the soft strains of a string quartet playing in the corner. Olivia stood at the far end of the room, dressed in an elegant white gown that shimmered faintly under the light. The intricate lace detailing hugged her frame delicately, and the veil pinned in her hair cascaded like a waterfall down her back.

Viktor bloodied but alive stood beside him. “Game over, Vale,” Darius called. “The girl for your sister. Or we take her while you watch.” Marcus raised his rifle. Pera aimed her pistol, heart pounding. But Viktor held up another detonator this one wired to Lena’s chair. “One wrong move,” Viktor warned, “and your sister becomes red mist.” Pera stepped forward slowly, the cold wind whipping the shirt around her thighs. “Take me. Let Lena go.” Marcus grabbed her arm. “Pera, no.

' I thought. We arrived in front of Niles's house. It was a large building, approximately three stories high. It was painted white and red, which were the colors of the Griffins. White symbolizes purity, while red represents their fierce, fiery anger. They had a garden surrounding their house, and from the front, you could see the orchard where Abby cultivates a variety of flowers and fruits.

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.

I wanted these photos to be leaked all over the social media, the internet, just after the marriage. I was surprised to see that her face was hidden because of that red wedding dress. That’s weird; I rarely have seen any bride hide her face at her wedding nowadays. I was about to lift her veil when the priest objected. “It is auspicious to lift the veil of the bride at the time of applying the vermilion only.” “Okay!” I shrugged, following his words. Even though I had to put the veil on my face, thankfully, it was made up of flowers, not clothes.

"Wear this and join me in a party tonight if you really want me to go to that anniversary party. It is a masquerade party, so no worries about letting people know it's you." Violet glanced at the red dress again. Never in her life had she thought someone would dare to give her a colorful dress. Not only that, it was red, the color of love, or she could say the color of lust. Instead of purity and colorlessness like white, how could she wear red? She was a widow. She raised the dress higher to look at the design. She was shocked. It was a sleeveless and backless dress. Her blood boiled as she stared at the dress.

I was trying really hard not to cry and was failing terribly. I move to the stepping stool right in front of the mirror. While Nora and Kim are wowing over the look, my eyes are glued to myself in the mirror. It’s beautiful. Not the casual type of beautiful. The type of beautiful that Bentley Brown described in the room my grandma died last Christmas Eve. “It comes with a custom-made veil,” the designer chimes, getting the veil and putting my hair into an updo to get it in. The veil is a thin, stainlessly white and long net, far broader than my dress, flowing behind me. I grab the edges of the veil to adjust it slightly so that it could be seen more from the front while actively suppressing