Veil Synonym Novels & Stories

Cordelia said, as she was shaking on her chair. “Do you think there’s any connection to the veil professor?” Jared cut in and asked. Cordelia's eyes widened with a mixture of awe and apprehension as that question left Jared’s lips. "The black feather, on the other hand," the professor continued, "is a symbol of the Veil.” Jared leaned forward, his voice filled with determination. "How do we stop the Veil, Professor? How do we bring them down?" “How do we stop all these people?” Jared asked.

I glance at that necklace, rolling my lower lip between my teeth as I wait for her answer. “What if… what if you didn’t have to travel to Emberfyll by boat? Would you do it?” “What do you mean? Swim?” “No, idiot,” she says under her breath, her eyes shining like sea glass in the sun. “You say it’s a veil. A veil like the one around KiloKilo, like the one that used to be around Eastonia.” “It is.” She wets her lips again, her eyes locked on mine. “I can break a veil.”

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.

Or like he had heard the news of the death of a loved one. “I don't know what you're talking about, Simon,” Veil said, willing Simon to look at her. “I'm confused.” “Is that another of your ploys?” She looked distraught, her eyes pleading to be understood. “I came here to tell you I was sorry about what you saw. You didn't deserve to get your day ruined by that view.”

“That essence mingles strong—use for veil potency, or distract?” Lira veiled spectral, third-eye pulsing erratic white. “Visions devour depths—branches infinite, prophecies crown bleed if forced. Harmony adapts subtle; undercrypt hungers heirs' blood, personal now. Whispers seek from sight? Bond's heat veils deeper—refuse tempt, guide true,” she intoned ethereal, veil shifting to reveal luminous concern. “Paths branch dark; choose wise, or self-fulfill ruin.”

The forest looked warped beneath the half-light, and the air hung still, charged with invisible tension. Iris shaded her eyes. “Is it an eclipse?” Aiden’s voice was low. “No. It’s the Veil.” The Veil. An ancient omen—a curtain between the mortal world and the realm of the spirits. For it to descend now meant something catastrophic was drawing near. It meant the boundaries were cracking, and the Hollow Throne was stirring. Her mark burned. Not with the usual golden fire, nor with the black void it had flirted with before. Now, it shimmered a dusky violet—a melding of both. Balance unbalanced.

The prisoner finally spoke. Three words. Barely above a whisper. Yet somehow they transformed the atmosphere of the room. "The Veil knows." Silence followed. For several seconds, nobody moved. Nobody spoke. The name lingered. Unwelcome. The Veil. I hadn't heard it spoken aloud in over a century. Most supernatural creatures considered them a myth. A cautionary tale. An old story used to frighten young vampires. Unfortunately, myths occasionally turned out to be real. And this one was very real.

The air around them darkened. Colors bled from gold into grey, and the distant hum of the Veil grew deeper more violent. Shadows stirred in the corners of the light, whispering in a language that didn’t belong to either of them. “Killian, you don’t understand,” she said, voice trembling. “When I tore the Veil, I didn’t just open a door — I broke something ancient. The Veil isn’t a wall. It’s a prison.” He froze. “A prison for what?”

He put it back on the shelf. He pulled another. The Veil is not a place, this one said. It is a space between. Between life and death. Between worlds. Between what is and what could be. To enter the Veil is to leave the self behind. To leave the body, the mind, the soul. To enter is to risk never returning. He set it aside. Another. Blood Magic: Origins and Applications. He opened it.