White Veil Novels & Stories

He sounded excited, shouting loudly, "Let's welcome the gift from Alpha Ron!" In the center of the spacious banquet hall, a girl dressed in a pure white veil suddenly appeared. A black handkerchief covered her head, with a dozen dazzling white crystals hanging around the edge of the handkerchief, obscuring her face. Her delicate limbs stood on the tiled floor, like a white tulip enveloped in black mist. Soft piano music began to play quietly, and as the notes slid, the girl began to stretch her limbs. Her pure white veil seemed to be woven from moonlight, leaving a dazzling brilliance in her graceful movements.

She said and came to me, offering me a bottle of water from the corner of my room. "Thank you," I said and took the cup from her, emptying the contents of the bottle before drawing in a bout of fresh air. "You are welcome. We are more alike than you think. I think you will come to like me very much" she said and looked around the room cautiously. Suddenly the room darkened and black smoke emanated from behind her. That could only mean one thing. Vannila was a black witch using the disguise spell. She had masked her true nature and somehow, that was how she was able to get everyone to like her.

I open my eyes and take the card out of the blinding glow, and as my brain registers the card it looks blank, but I do as tradition states, spin around and hold it in the air for all to see. The gasps and the yelling starts, and I don’t understand why, so I bring the card down to my eye level and watch it. The card is black with what looks like six white silhouettes on it. There are colors beginning to swirl within each of the white silhouettes. Glancing up I see six figures walking toward me, but I can’t make out who they are. “Mistress to the Veil! The whore and her men must be sacrificed! You know the law! Kill the betrayers!”

The dust of the clone began swirling upward, forming symbols in the air — words written in fire. THE VEIL IS COMING. And then, darkness.

He looks at me, searching my face, then nods once. The air grows cooler as we descend. The ground here still remembers blood—dark stains that never quite faded, grooves worn smooth by knees that bent when they shouldn’t have had to. At the center of the clearing stands the altar. Or what’s left of it. The Veil’s presence is stronger here—not looming, not predatory, but focused. Like a student hovering over a problem it doesn’t yet understand. The Mark warms. Something steps out of the air. Not a creature.

He put it back on the shelf. He pulled another. The Veil is not a place, this one said. It is a space between. Between life and death. Between worlds. Between what is and what could be. To enter the Veil is to leave the self behind. To leave the body, the mind, the soul. To enter is to risk never returning. He set it aside. Another. Blood Magic: Origins and Applications. He opened it.

The door that had unlatched swung wider. And from the threshold beyond, in a voice that sounded like music set free, something I couldn’t see whispered: “Bride.”

“Again.” Althea gasped back into the present. The candle flame died instantly, leaving only smoke. “Feel nothing,” she whispered to herself. The chant her family lived by. The one Noah wore like a second skin. He’d felt something in that corridor. Then he erased it. She never could. She shoved on her boots, desperate for air, when a soft knock sounded. Hiraya stood outside, elegant as always, holding a black garment bag that likely cost more than the dorm room itself.

Even when he wasn’t near, the air felt arranged. By afternoon, I caught Violet standing outside the library, speaking to a maid in a low voice. The maid nodded too quickly. Violet’s gaze flicked up and landed on me instantly. as she’d known I’d come. That made my skin prickle. I walked toward her anyway. “What did you tell her?” I asked. Violet smiled. “Good afternoon, Hailey.” “I asked a question.” Her expression remained polite. “I reminded her of her duties.” I stepped closer. “And what are my duties? Breathing quietly? Staying pretty? Pretending I wasn’t dragged here?”