Veils Of Rivalry Novels & Stories

Only a name, soft as breath, sharp as longing, passed from one to the next like a forbidden secret: Seren. They did not wear armor. They wore veils, every colour borrowed from the palette of loss: ember-grey, soot-black, blind-silver, bloodless red. Each veil was heavy with meaning. Some stitched with runes, the sigils of kin lost to fire or frost. Some bore only a blank square, unadorned—grief without a name. Others were cut from remnants of banners, repurposed as reminders that the old world was gone.

"This one concerns us all." Silence settled. Aurelius placed both hands on the table. "The Veil has begun mobilizing." No one reacted. Every person in the room already knew the name. The Veil wasn't merely an organization. It was an ideology. An obsession. They believed supernatural gifts existed to be controlled. Collected. Weaponized. For centuries they had hunted rare bloodlines. Oracles. Witches. Elementals. Seers. Anyone whose abilities threatened the balance they wished to create.

Jared gave me a wry smile. “You've been very busy with everything of late. Don't be hard on yourself, okay? It's not your fault,” I consoled. “Thanks,” “So what was that veiling thing you were talking about?” I asked, curious to know. “Oh, it's an invisible covering and barrier to safeguard the festival from the human world. A powerful witch would be there to cast the concealing spell,” he said, and that got me intrigued. I want to see what it looks like and I was glad that I was going to be able to witness it, at least.

Rivals were watching, old betrayals simmered, and my heart was already cracking open to these dangerous, irresistible men. The veiled vows had only just begun their dance.

“Best friends on the ice? That won’t last long once professional competition starts.” Carl crossed his arms. “Why?” “Because only one star can shine on a team,” the player replied confidently. Another rookie nodded. “Exactly. One of them will end up overshadowing the other.” August shook his head stubbornly. “That’s not what people say. They say those two make each other stronger……” he lowered his voice slightly. “Some even call them… lovers.” A few players laughed. Others rolled their eyes. Carl glanced sideways at me again. His arms were crossed. “You’re awfully quiet.”

Lara shot back, mocking Olivia's baseless obsession that had haunted her for so long. Initially, she hadn't noticed Olivia's mad obsession, but gradually, Lara began to piece together the clues that had long indicated an unseen rivalry. Back in college, Olivia always hated Lara. Especially after Lara won a beauty contest and became the darling of the campus. Lara had stolen Olivia's spotlight. Lara hadn't realized it at the time, but Olivia was deeply jealous of her achievements. An invisible rivalry always emerged when Olivia managed to snatch something from Lara. For instance, a project from a professor that should have been Lara’s was suddenly taken over by Olivia.

she said, not an ounce of fear in her eyes. "You don't have to attack me like that. I will not take this insolence from you, we both want something from each other, both a means to an end so you will not talk to me like I'm some sort of dirty dog while you are the saint" I fired back at her. She looked at me for a long time. Her face softened with each passing second. Finally, she laughed and shook her head, removing the shawl that was wrapped around her. She was wearing a veil underneath, one that made me wonder why she had the shawl in the first place.

It was never easy to unite with a rival pack, especially when so much bad blood lay between us. An elderly warrior, his golden hair streaked with mud from a recent training session, raised his hand. "But Alpha, can we trust the other pack? They've been our enemies for generations. How can we be sure they won't betray us?" The Alpha nodded, acknowledging the concern. "I understand your fears, but we must look beyond the past if we are to secure our future. We have received assurances from their Alpha, and we have agreed upon a way to solidify our alliance."

The air was satisfyingly different than that of a place open to the public, maybe because of the scent of affluent families. Unable to keep the enjoyment in his heart, Phil suddenly let go of Cassie’s hand and ran away towards the carousel. He even raised his voice as if it was his first time seeing that kind of ride. Because of this, Cassie gasped and followed her son from behind, while Evelyn ran faster than her. For some reason, her sight became blurry, and her steps were slower than usual. Her mother didn't look back at her, bothered pursuing her grandson.

Sabine Castellane has thirty days to get engaged or lose the family business and the home she has always known. Her grandmother's will leaves her with one impossible condition, she must become engaged to the man her grandmother trusted most. Unfortunately, that man is Julianii Marchetti, Sabine's ruthless business rival and the last person on earth she would ever choose to marry. With her manipulative uncle ready to seize control of the company the moment she fails, Sabine makes Julianii an offer she is certain he will refuse. Six months as her fake fiancé. In exchange, she secures her inheritance, and when the six months end, they walk away, no strings, no questions, Julianii agrees. Livi