White Veil Novels & Stories

Officers bowed and then left with madness in them. Amelthia walked on the road in a hospital gown and a hood over it and hospital slippers on her feet. She wore the hood cap so no one could see her face. As people would walk past her they would murmur. why is she in hospital clothes!!?? Is she a hospital runaway?? Her gownn showss shee musthave runn from a hospital. She looks so miserable. Amelthia did her best to ignore all the people talking around her. She sped walk straight getting far and far from the hospital.

Micah stood guard on the northern line, having the same doubts as Camerin. The witch pressed her palms into the ground. Wind picked up from nowhere. The trees moaned. Then the grave glowed a deep, unnatural blue only for a second and then fell deathly still. “It’s done,” she said, voice strained. “The veil is sealed. Nothing should come through it now.” Should. I caught the look she shared with Celia. Kate must’ve noticed too, because her voice cut through the quiet like a blade. “What aren’t you saying?”

With a heart drumming with joy, I reached out to the file and opened it. I retrieved a white paper inside and stared at it , my gaze scanning on it, grasping the content. The smile on my face faltered, replaced with a deep frown. “Divorce agreement?" I looked up, my brow knotted as confusion flashed in my eyes. Maverick nodded gently and said. “Just like you see. Sign it. I'm quitting the marriage." He simply said, his words hanging in the air. It was as if everything around me froze.

Why so hyper? Violet sat there calmly, looking at him. Her eyes were screaming about her fearless nature. He took the notice and gave it a thought. "White is a pure color, the color of love with purity. I think you are leading a widowhood. If you have to pick a color, why not go with black? Roaming around in white, is this how you live a widowed life?" He assumed she would be upset to hear about her widowhood. However, to his surprise, she did not react at all.

she whispers, her form crumbling, her starlight fading, her body ash. The wraith’s final claw slashes Renn, his relics shattering, his scar bleeding shadow, his body still, his hymn gone. Cassia’s cry pierces the air, her fire flaring, her blade striking the wraith’s remnants, her eyes glistening. Kalia’s orb pulses, its light flooding the altar, sealing the rift, the Veil’s hymn surging, its threads weaving anew. The wraith shatters, its essence dissolving, the abyss stilling, the Veil’s starlight faint but enduring.

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."

Beautiful. I opened my eyes and looked at the Veil tear hovering before us. It was worse than I expected. The wound stretched twenty feet across, edges ragged and bleeding darkness into reality. Through it, I could see... nothing. Not blackness, not emptiness, but the absence of everything. A void where existence simply stopped. "Ancestors," Astrid breathed.

“Ugly little ghosts. If someone tries to draw a circle under them, they’ll eat the shape from the inside out. It’ll look right, but the power will bleed sideways. Wrong colors, wrong feel. It won’t hold.” “Second,” she went on, “a veil. Very thin. Doesn’t make you invisible, but if someone’s throwing power at a specific signature—say, ‘peace‑born heir’—it’ll smear the edges. Make you harder to aim at.” Rin’s brows rose despite herself. “You made me fuzzy.” Talia’s mouth twitched. “Blurred. Temporarily.” “And third?” Rhea prompted.

Then… “There is a place,” it said, its tone lowering, almost… reverent. “Hidden. Forgotten. But deeply desired by many.” A chill slid down my spine. “A place where lust rules over control… where wolves do not hide what they are.” My breath caught. “What is this place…?” I whispered. “The Veil of Veythra,” the voice answered. The name alone felt heavy… like it carried secrets older than the walls around me. “It is where desire and power intertwine,” it continued. “Where the body speaks truth… and the soul cannot lie.”

Then I set the phone down and got up. The sun was starting to move across the kitchen wall, catching on the edge of my discarded wedding veil on the counter. I’d brought it home last week after the final fitting. I picked it up now, ran my fingers over the delicate lace. A few days ago, I’d imagined walking down the aisle wearing it. Now it felt like someone else’s dream. Someone I used to be. In the middle of that thought, the TV in the living room flickered on. I hadn’t touched the remote. It was the news feed that auto-played sometimes when my cable restarted.