What Is A Veela Novels & Stories

She was wearing a veil underneath, one that made me wonder why she had the shawl in the first place. "My name is Layla. Even though I am a witch, I can disguise my scent to be that of a werewolf. You will keep my secret and tell your people that you found me on your way back from the forest. I simply want a home and I will give you my body for as long as you want" She finally broke the weird silence between us. "Sounds good to me. Pack up" I said and walked back to the car to wait for her. She didn't take long at all and by the time she joined me, I could have sworn that she was a wolf. Beautiful, dainty, and perfect. Just the perfect distraction for me.

“Then I’ll make my fate.” For the first time, Elara looked genuinely surprised. “You don’t understand what you’re saying,” she said carefully. “This isn’t just about free will. You’re unmoored from the weave, Lena. That means you’re vulnerable. The things that we see beyond the veil? They’ll know. They’ll sense it. And they’ll come for you.” I met her gaze, steel in my voice. “Then let them.”

“This is more pressing.” Kallista frowned slightly. So she was Lila’s sister. “More pressing than your sister?” She found herself speaking up before she could stop herself. Vanessa turned to her then, expression unreadable. “Right now? Yes.” She crossed her arms. “The media’s still circling the wedding fiasco like vultures, trying to figure out exactly who you are. Your online presence—or lack thereof—has only made you more intriguing. That anonymity worked in your favor before, but now it’s a liability.”

His brows furrowed as his forehead creased. “Tch! You d*ckhead. Caya was just the name of the girl I killed 20 years ago. I was just pretending to be a bubbly, cheerful and nice person,” Vela revealed and he sneered at Glade with annoyance on her face. Suddenly, her face changed, exposing her true physical appearance. I widened my eyes when I realized that she resembled much of her mother. I admit it, she’s gorgeous. That ethereal beauty that almost all goddesses possess.

“No. Veyra isn’t returning to the rogue lands, because she isn’t just anyone. There’s something the packs need to understand about who she is.” This time, I don’t pause. I let the truth roll out, sharp and clear. “Veyra is the Velhara.” The reaction is immediate. Shock ripples across the room. The woman with the mic stumbles over her words. “The Velhara? That’s... that’s a story for pups. It’s not real.” Rael snorts quietly. “You think we’re sitting here risking every ounce of credibility we’ve got just for a story? She is real. We’ve seen it. We’ve felt it. And if you were there two days ago, you would have seen it too.”

All this time… “I didn’t read your thoughts, until now, and that’s because I saw the malicious glint in your eyes. You wanted to attack me because you thought I was a vampire…” Seth guffawed. Not even Roland’s glare could halt the laughter that tore out of his belly. “Well, you mentioned the sliver…” “Vampires aren’t the only ones to make use of slivers.” Vee pointed out. “So, what are you?” Vee shrugged his shoulders. “I’m not sure. Just a guard. We are created from magic and life to become guards to our Queens and Kings.” “Queens and Kings? I don’t understand.”

And that hurt worse than if he’d shouted. The woman stepped forward before either of them could speak again. “You’re wasting time.” Kael’s gaze snapped to her. “Start explaining.” Her expression hardened. “There are creatures hunting Lyra that existed long before wolves ruled these lands.” Silence. Damon frowned. “Creatures?” “They call themselves the Veil.” The moment she said the name, every torch in the corridor flickered violently, as if something had exhaled on the flame. Kael noticed. “So they’re real.”

Elara staggered backward, gasping. Kael turned to her, his golden eyes burning. “Now do you understand?” he said quietly. “The Veil isn’t just a place. It’s a predator.” Elara did understand. Because for a moment—she had wanted to believe. And if she had taken just one step closer… it would have devoured her whole. She clenched her fists, swallowing the lump in her throat. “We need to get out of here,” she whispered. Kael nodded. “Then we’d better start figuring out what the Veil really wants.”