White Veil Novels & Stories

I eye it suspiciously before opening it. Violet, I am the type of person to hide things. I am quiet and I am not the kind to show emotions. I hope you find this room to your liking and decorate it to your hearts content. I hope we can at least be cordial with one another as I have not feelings for you at this time. Your truly, Anthony

Her hair flowed like ocean waves, and she wore a black flower crown and velvet gloves. Dressed in black and gold himself, Wes took Willow's arm in his as she came to stand beside him at the altar. She looked up at him for a second, her heart beating erratically. A moment of hesitation, the urge to run- strong. Then she looked up at his expressionless face, the eyes of a dead man, and she realized this was not real. A spell that was merely a spell. A spell that would not bind them in her world. A spell with no paperwork. A spell with no proof.

“It means witnesses. And witnesses mean the witch cannot pretend you are nothing.” Kael doesn’t relax. He won’t. He can’t. Not with what I’m about to say next. ⸻ Ronin taps the table lightly, drawing attention back to the runes. “You said this cloth is a Veil-summons.” “Yes. Used by spirits who have been part-bound by a witch’s ritual,” I say. “Your father, Elara. And others like him.” Her eyes widen. “Others?” “The Veil holds many things it should not,” I reply. “Your father is only one of them. But he is the only one with your blood.”

If he had finally gotten back his wife, his love and the mother of his daughter, then what about her, her love and their child, which was breathing inside her? What about Eizlina? If for him, she had always been just the veil of his first love, Ivara? What about her love, if she had always been The Veil Of Sinner?

Eleanor said softly, almost mockingly. Then suddenly..... Her voice rose. “How dare you wish my father-in-law’s death!” Vanessa staggered backward. Her face turned pale. Mr. Hale’s eyes widened. A flicker of shock crossed his face. Even though he hated Eleanor, he couldn't ignore her words. In the Hale family..... Off-white was a forbidden color. A symbol of death. Bad luck. Misfortune. Anyone who wore off-white into the ancestral mansion, especially while visiting the head of the family, would be permanently banned.

The violet suit he had worn was shredded into ribbons of silk, fluttering like funeral confetti around a body that was now ten feet of hulking, industrial nightmare. “Rule number five, Elara,” Vane’s voice cut through the chaos, steady and cold as a winter grave. He didn't look at the monster Silas had become. He looked only at her, his hand tightening on the hilt of his bone-handled cane. “When the world starts to bleed, you stay behind my shadow. If you move, you die.”

Ahead, between the black trees, something hung from a branch. A strip of white cloth. No. Not cloth. A veil. It swayed gently though the air was still. My stomach tightened. It looked like the veil I had worn in Thorncrest Hall. White silk. Silver thread. A smear of red near the edge. Mara whispered, “Is that…?” “No one touch it,” Cassian said. His voice was low, but every person heard him. The veil drifted lower. As if invisible fingers had released it. It landed on the snow in front of us without making a sound.