Veiled Angel Novels & Stories

All the angel warriors stepped aside and a beautiful angel walked towards us with a stoic expression. The angel cleared his throat and spoke, “Archangel Elaine, this group came here using a portal—” “Layla!” Stephen and Michelle let out in surprise and Elaine looked at us with mouth hung in awe. Elaine looked fabulous in her angel dress code, and the holy arc of light above her head gave her more elegance. So, she’s now back in her duty. Her gaze found mine, and I smiled at her. “Hey, Elaine,” I said. Tears formed in the corner of her eyes, and she ran towards me.

His smile was a reflection of his inner happiness and peace, which made the lady smile too. Soon the tip-tap of footsteps were heard on the marble staircase making both of them look towards its direction. Vance swore he forgot how to breathe for a few seconds when his eyes landed on the beautiful Angel descending from the stairs; he proudly calls her wife. Purple's hair was slightly curled and parted to the side, and absolutely gorgeous black and golden silk cloths wrapped the Girl’s sinfully beautiful body. On the back of her dress was imprinted the symbol of the Pack in gold.

After the Bath, just after midnight, every clan did their ritual to welcome the deities. Just as an ordinary night of every Bath, this one particular angel climbed to the hilltop of the Ariums. She was glowing unlike everybody else. Not just that she radiated the brightest, but because her glow was red - she looked on fire. Her feathers were red-orange like the sunset. Though everyone could see her wings, no one could see her face. It was covered by an invisible veil and from afar, anyone could only see her glow and her face was blinding even just to stare. So, since that night everyone called her the Phoenix.

“Secrets are what tore this realm apart. We can’t build peace on ignorance.” The four of them weren’t alone. Two Crescent scouts accompanied them, along with a Veinwalker emissary known only as Veyla—a tall, willowy figure cloaked in robes of woven shadow. Her eyes shimmered faintly with iridescent threads, like starlight caught in frost. She hadn’t spoken since joining them, but her silence felt deliberate, like a blade held in restraint. With a final glance at the sky—now faintly overcast, as though reluctant to let them go—Aria stepped forward, placing her hand on the rim of the descent.

I open my eyes and take the card out of the blinding glow, and as my brain registers the card it looks blank, but I do as tradition states, spin around and hold it in the air for all to see. The gasps and the yelling starts, and I don’t understand why, so I bring the card down to my eye level and watch it. The card is black with what looks like six white silhouettes on it. There are colors beginning to swirl within each of the white silhouettes. Glancing up I see six figures walking toward me, but I can’t make out who they are. “Mistress to the Veil! The whore and her men must be sacrificed! You know the law! Kill the betrayers!”

The darkness rose like a living tide. It poured from the broken Heart, twisting around the ancient pillars and spreading across the floor. The air became cold enough to hurt Elyra’s lungs. Zevarion stood before her, one arm extended protectively. But this time, he did not tell her to stay behind him. He reached backward and found her hand. Their fingers locked. Together. The masked woman stepped out of the shattered Heart. Her silver robes moved without wind. Cracks ran across the mask covering her face, and beneath those cracks, pale light glimmered like trapped stars.

The room seemed to shrink. This wasn’t just about Noah. This wasn’t even about the kiss-that-almost-was. It was what she’d unleashed in the moment she snapped. Hiraya paced once, then turned back, eyes wide and shimmering with a clairvoyance she didn’t want. “They felt you,” she said. “All of them. Everything that waits on the other side of the veil for a Sombra to slip.” Her voice trembled. “You didn’t send a call. But you leaked it. And now the dark knows where you are.”

They were both oblivious to the pictures that were being taken of them. Lifting his head, he smiled at Taz. “I have something for you.” Angel handed him the white shirt box. He opened it and removed the cut, letting the box and tissue paper fall to the ground. The first thing that she saw was that it was not her cut, and yet it was. The center patch was newer, the devil, who now had multicolored braids, sat on the motorcycle with a halo hanging haphazardly on the left horn, giant angel wings flowed out behind him. The bottom rocker declared her to be Sinners Daughter and the top one proclaimed her as The Devil Herself.

The photos were taken five years ago. Chaos galloped into the hall right away. Nathaniel froze, his eyes on the screen. Helen jabbed a finger in my face, her own face flush with crimson anger. "I know you hate me, Ginevra, but you shouldn't have shown everyone those photos! I know it was my fault five years ago! Nathaniel got drunk and thought I was you, but that doesn't mean you can do this! Hate it all you want, but Nelson is still Nathaniel's son!"

If it was this scepter and this crown, they could have it, but I wasn’t willing to give them anymore information on what happened to the Dark Goddess, because I wasn’t going to be the one to help unleash her, grandmother or not. Urijah and Tyler came to a stop, and I took a deep breath knowing that we had made it to the portal, as Urijah and Tyler both shifted back into their human form, as I handed Luna Rayne back to Tyler, before I turned my attention to the skies. “The veil!” Urijah says to me, and I quickly toss him the veil, as I keep my eyes on the skies, knowing that the angels were almost upon us. “Hurry!” Luna Rayne says, as she too could sense that the angels were upon us, and we w