Veiled By Chacha Novels & Stories

Charlie stepped toward it and felt her skin prickle, the same electric pressure she felt before a storm breaks. "What is that?" she whispered. "A ward," Wren said. "My mother specializes in them." "You didn't mention she's a witch." "She's not." Charlie gave him a look. "Wren, this is witch behavior." "She's... something else." Before she could demand clarification, Wren lifted his hand and pressed his palm to the veil. The barrier rippled like disturbed water, then parted, revealing a narrow passage of swirling silver light. Wren gestured. "After you."

Just a shift in the quality of his attention, something settling in it that had not been there before, something that looked like it mattered to him in a way the conversation had not fully prepared me for. I looked away. Found somewhere neutral to settle my eyes. They landed, inevitably, on the ink across his chest and arms, following the lines of it toward the doorway where the morning light made the darker marks stand out against his skin. And then to his back, where the tattoo I had been trying not to look at had been visible. The woman beneath the veil. The question came out before I had cleared it with the part of me that was supposed to be managing what I said. "Who is she?"

He is the same alpha I wished every second of my life since getting married to him, to kick the bucket but it was clear that the Moon Goddess valued him too much to let him make me suffer. "It is true. The deed must be done and then…he can kick the bucket, dear!" Chimera spoke soon after she had applied an unusual oil on my back while slyly exposing to me a millionth time now, that she can read my thoughts. That was one of the reasons why I hated her, she made it so clear that my hidden words were transparent — that I was easy to read.

he said urgently. I blinked in confusion and snapped my gaze at him. “Veil? What Veil?” He did not slow down. He started pulling me forward quickly, and Cane followed right beside us. “Did you think Obsidian Veil was just an ordinary name?” Caden asked without looking at me. “I don’t know,” I said honestly. “Nobody explained anything to me properly.” “There is a Veil,” he said. “A barrier that hides this place from human eyes. It keeps the world separated. What you see here is only visible because you have been brought inside the protected territory.”

“You will have to mark her in human form.” Velkan was shocked. The crowd just watched, enjoying the show before them. “Rise, Chanda. Take off your Veil and stand before your king.” Hati instructed. Chanda took off the veil and stood before him, visibly shaking. Velkan looked into her eyes, pleased to see the fear in them. “Kneel and look at me.” He commanded. She fell to her knees, looking up at him, her eyes teary. He bent to her and gripped her neck, wishing with all his might he could choke her to death. He whispered into her ears. “I don’t know what your plan was, but you just signed your death sentence.”

Tacha was a venomous viper disguised as a harmless dove, and only a fool would mistake her for anything less than what she truly is - a witch. “Why are you here, Tacha?” I asked, my voice echoing through the silent expanse of my house. The air thickened with ancient magic as she stepped closer, her eyes resembling twin pools of obsidian. She feigned shock, dramatically placing her hand over her heart, before chiding me for my lack of hospitality. “Is that how you greet an old friend?” A chuckle escaped my lips as I retorted, “Tacha, you’re no friend of mine. State your business or leave.”

“Mother… you’re safe…” But the chamber trembles, a dormant Overveil keeper awakening from a crystalline sarcophagus, its black-star aura surging, its form a fusion of light and void, its voice a hymn of chaos. “The ritual wakes me!” it bellows, its blade a shard of eternity, empowered by the relics’ energy. Veyra laughs, her aura flaring, and flees through a rift, her rogues scattering, her voice echoing—The Overveil reigns!

Darcie arched get brow and look around to see if someone was watching them "I don't understand" "That yesterday video has went viral and so many people are abusing you but I helped you, I track down the CCTV camera and I figure everything out.....and also why're you wearing a veil?? " Uhm...thanks for that and how did you recognize me since am wearing a veil" "I knew when you're leaving the EYG estate" "How?? Are you tracking me?? "Nope and also in the next few minutes, the STAR band Will be here" Chloe said

Chloe's POV I cautiously surveyed my surroundings, my eyes struggling to pierce through the impenetrable darkness accentuated by the torrential downpour. The heavy rain obscured visibility to near-zero levels, creating an ideal atmosphere for concealment. Above, the tumultuous sky roared with thunder and dazzling flashes of lightning, further intensifying the ominous ambiance. In the midst of this, a voice expressed frustration, breaking the tense silence. It was Vanessa, her face adorned with annoyance as she battled the raindrops splashing on her skin. Curious, I discreetly glanced at her, raising an eyebrow in response to her mood.

Her black hair was braided straight down and reached the curve of her back. "You know staring is rude." Illiad said putting her knife down and turning to look at him. "Tell me, love, what's on your mind?" She asked and Weaver let out a sigh, "Alex is worried about us being attacked by rouges, I don't blame him but we haven't seen a single rouge since we've gotten here."