White Veil Novels & Stories

~Leah pov~ “Bride, walk slowly.” Mother Ruth’s sharp whisper barely reached me beneath the violent pounding of my heartbeat, the heavy veil softened the world into pale shadows as I stood at the entrance of the Sanctuary chapel, my trembling hands locked tightly together beneath layers of white silk, candles flickered against ancient stone walls, casting wavering gold across rows of bowed heads. White flowers lined the aisle in perfect arrangements, their sweet scent mixing with incense thick enough to choke on.

The veil held the promise of untold knowledge, of answers to the questions that had haunted them throughout their journey. Valen's voice was a whisper, filled with both caution and curiosity. "This is the Veil of Temporal Convergence—an ancient artifact that holds the key to unraveling the mysteries of time."

--- **The Veil** The Veil is a place of shadows and whispers, where the air hums with the energy of the unseen. The twins walk ahead, their glow cutting through the darkness. Kael’s ghostly form leads the way, his presence a quiet reassurance. “Why are we here?” Zara asks, her voice tight with unease. “To understand,” Kael says. “The twins’ powers are tied to the Veil. They need to learn to harness it.” Silas stops, his silver eyes narrowing. “What’s that?”

I turned on my heels and walked towards the door, opening it gracefully to take in the scene in front of me. Liam was standing right in front of the door, his arms outstretched while there was a lady on a wheelchair, her face was covered with a white veil and she wore flowing white clothes that hid her entire skin. I literally could not see a bit of her skin from the top of her body until when I glanced at her feet, and there, I noticed it. A glimpse of rotting flesh. That must be the illness that she has. I also noticed that her clothes are very thin and breathable but it was not transparent.

CHAPTER 19… VALENTINA There was no falling. Just floating… suspended between breath and ending, held inside a place where nothing remembered how to be real. The Veil wasn’t darkness, it was a bright light. Too much for eyes even. White, silver, violet— the trio swirling, bleeding, and bending into shapes that flickered like dying stars. Time felt thin here, like a ribbon pulled until it forgot it was supposed to hold anything. I tried to breathe, but my lungs didn’t move. It felt as though I am alive without air.

It resonates with power as I stumble over the first few syllables but it’s a song in my heart, it’s tears at the back of my eyes. Memories flow into me as I speak those words and I let them. I don’t think they’re mine though. I see myself dressed in a white dress. The dress has been worked with blue thread and they make stark lines on the milky white fabric. There are whorls on the bodice and stars imprinted into the skirt. The hem reaches the floor, and the sleeves are long. They end at my wrist and another stretch of fabric begins from there too, one that covers my hands and drapes five more inches downward. My neckline reaches my chin, and over my face is a thin white silk veil, and while

I winked at him. His eyes widened slightly and he immediately looked away again. Only to look at me again, and then away again. Guirita walked in my view and the first thing I noticed was that she wasn't wearing white. No, a black veil was draped over her head and she was wearing a midnight black dress. A push up bra made her boobs seem a lot bigger and her waist looked tiny. The ballgown skirt widened out and had tiny diamonds all over it. It literally looked like a starry night.

Welcomed by the staff, the door swung open. Inside, they saw Amelia wearing a beautiful white wedding gown. The gown was pure and bright, with intricate lace patterns and sparkling details. Her hair was styled elegantly, flowing in soft waves. She wore a sheer veil that gracefully covered her face and trailed behind her, adding a touch of enchantment to her appearance.

In that instant, Vireo shed tears for no reason. It was not too accurate to be calling the woman in front of him an old lady because she did not look that old. It was just that her calm face had a tinge of unconcealable gloomy expression, which gave the old lady in front of her an indescribable sense of beauty. She was wearing a veil. She was also dressed incomparably plainly, and the hems of her habit were even a little torn. However, that simplicity still was not able to cover up her beauty. Her beauty was pure and untainted. Her beauty had a sense of drastic hardships, and it made people feel endless heartaches. Her face was pale and thin, but pure kindness was showing in her eyes.

"Why kidnap me from my very bed? What have I done to you to warrant this kind of treatment?" "You are being hunted by Welkins. Welkins are dwellers of a distant Dimension who're supposed to pass through the environs of the Earth, quietly and without incident. They failed to do so when the Blitzkrieg happened. That is the explosion of the castle's cloak." "Cloak?" she asked. "It is what makes the castle invisible," Gustavan said. He was merely reciting what the General had informed him. Julia scoffed. "Oh, I doubt that."