Veil Red Novels & Stories

she asked Maeval. "You actually have a few choices," Maeval said excitedly. Moidrin handed Maeval a large package and she opened her own. Each handmaiden pulled out a set of tiaras and veils. The choices were examined carefully by the future queen. Niamh stood thoughtfully before them. One was a simple sheer veil the color of her dress, with oak leaf designs lining the edges. The second was still the same sheer, and color, as the first, but Niamh took in a sharp breath when she saw the design on the veil. Embroidered on the veil was a bird, the head of the bird rested at the back of the bride's head, its back and wings lined up with her back, and the bottom of the veil was the spread tail of

The flames in the brazier tremble. Maera (tilting her head, murmuring): "The veil grows thin tonight. They walk between breaths." Down the slope, a silhouette appears—draped in robes the color of coal and garnet. The figure doesn't move, only watches. Its face is shrouded in smoke. The mark of the Red Court blazes faintly above its brow. Inside the tent, Nova jerks awake. Her eyes glow—not violet, but crimson. Ceres bolts upright beside her.

"It might be much better to start our stroll to where the most intense stuffs were boiling. Red stiffed a laugh at that. "You sure about that?" "Might as be," Elena said. "I dreaded it. Then, no more delays, Elena pushed open the door and the arid smell of war greeted them. The clangs of swords and the busy workings of machineries filled the air "This is war," Red commented and followed Elena. "What do you think what's behind the veil? Lightning struck the skies in violet and pink. Sometimes, redblood or red orange. There's no rain though. It was the veil breaking off and everyone was alert in waiting to its collapse. Any time from then, the veil broke and the swarm of hell would flood Highl

she said, stepping toward the edge of the platform. Beneath them, the depths yawned open — layer after layer of translucent shadow, stitched together by flickering veins of gold. The core of the Veil had always been dark, silent, predictable. Now it shimmered like molten glass, its form shifting in ways no reaper had ever witnessed. The others hesitated as she raised her scythe. The weapon’s blade pulsed once in acknowledgment, its edge bleeding faint golden light — the same hue that had seared across the Citadel.

The dress flowed effortlessly around her, creating a sense of regal elegance befitting her status as the ruler she was destined to become. Just as Visenya was lost in her own reflection, Sarai approached with a mantilla bridal veil in hand. The delicate fabric matched the design of the dress, with lace and diamond accents adorning its border. Sarai carefully placed the veil on Visenya's head, securing it with a silver comb that glinted in the light. The veil gracefully framed Visenya's face, accentuating her beauty and adding an air of romance to her overall look. It gently cascaded down her back, mingling with her beautiful brown curls that flowed freely, as if embracing her with their natu

Close enough to smell the faint scent of graphite, fabric, and jasmine clinging to her skin. She didn’t move away anymore when I got close. That realization did something unsettling to my chest. “What’s that one called?” I asked quietly, nodding toward the sketch. Elara tilted the page slightly toward me. A long black coat with sculpted shoulders and hidden inner layers designed to conceal small weapons. “Veil,” she said softly. “It’s supposed to look elegant until you notice how dangerous it actually is.” My eyes lifted slowly to hers. “That sounds familiar.” Her lips curved faintly despite herself.

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 .

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