White Veil Novels & Stories

"You ignorant fool. That was the 'Veiling,' a unique trait of the White Wolf Royal bloodline. It's a natural shield that conceals a royal heir from all outside forces until the pup is strong enough. It's one of the Crown's most protected secrets. Of course, a mutt like you would never know." His voice was the sound of judgment. “You hurt my Mate.” He paused, a cruel smile touching his lips. “Now, it’s time to pay the price.”

Because as more hunters pour into the street— Rowan’s hand slides up my wrist. And he whispers, almost reverently— “What are you?”

He only brought it up as a bluff, a threat. Helen stepped into the room only to see Nathaniel's pallor. "You look terrible. Is something wrong?" The rims of Nathaniel's eyes were tinged with redness, and he looked at Helen. She shared my resemblance, but that was where the similarities came to an end. The loving relationship he had, he had it with me. Our relationship was irreplaceable, or it was supposed to be. His hands tightened around the divorce papers. 'Why'd I mistake her for Ginny? That one-night-stand was an accident, but everything after that was…'

Damien replied quietly. "I don't think she is." The doors opened completely. A lone woman walked into the chamber. Tall. Graceful. Her silver-white hair flowed down her back, untouched by age. A dark cloak rested over her shoulders, embroidered with the emblem of the Order of the Eclipse. Across her left eye ran a long, faded scar. But it was her violet eyes that held everyone's attention. They were unnaturally bright. Filled with intelligence. And absolute certainty. Behind her, dozens of armed members of the Order entered the chamber.

Casey P.O.V The air inside the bridal shop smelled faintly of lavender and vanilla, a stark contrast to the chaos in my mind. Lauren was in front of a floor length mirror, swishing back and forth in an ivory gown that glimmered faintly under the boutique's lights. Zazu was helping her to put on the veil .The veil cascaded in delicate waves, pure white and nearly translucent, reaching gracefully down to the floor. Its edges were adorned with intricate lace, soft floral patterns curling like whispers of elegance. When the light hit it , it shimmered faintly, as if dusted with stardust, adding an ethereal glow. It framed Lauren’s face gently, creating an aura of serene beauty and timeless grace

“It makes her the veil’s queen. But you’re the people’s.” Ewen added, “And now the veil wants to decide between you.” At midnight, I sat alone at the altar again, flame weaving through my fingers without thought The veil in front of me shimmered gently, calm for now I closed my eyes And whispered a single word “Why?” And the veil responded Not in words In visions I saw her Not a shadow Not a wraith A queen Seated on a throne carved from ribs and roses Wolves bent before her in silence, marked not by bond but by oath

​The Violet Veil ​In the village above, the Salt-Bloods and Bloom-Kin watched in awe as the invisible Aegis shroud suddenly ignited. A dome of violet fire erupted over the island, stretching miles into the sky. It wasn't a solid wall; it was a shimmering, liquid lattice of energy that pulsed in time with the Weaver’s frantic heartbeat. ​The ships of the blockade—the Consolidators—immediately opened fire. ​Kinetic slugs slammed into the violet veil, but instead of shattering it, they were absorbed. The resonance of the "Tuning Fork" caught the slugs, vibrating them until they turned into harmless dust that drifted down like snow onto the harbor.

"There are voices of people that linger when their lives are unjustly taken from this earth," Crystal said. "Voices of blood, and people who can't get justice for themselves. These voices belong to the souls of the dead, and the innocent. They can haunt you, torment you, and even try to kill you if they are strong enough. They are like air. They can't be seen. They can't be touched. They can be felt, but mostly through one's hearing. They glide in the air. The strong wind can stop them, and so can fire. Nature doesn't necessarily stop them, but anything too loud for you to hear them can temporarily stop them. And that is why they are called whispers.

Reine looked up at me with wide eyes that were clearly confused, with one million and one questions swimming in them. “What? Why? Why would you even think of asking me to do something like that?” “Reine—” I started but her indignant words stopped me in my tracks. “Look, I don’t know what kind of women you’re acquainted with, but where I’m from you don’t just tell women you want them to pretend to be engaged to you. Especially ones you don’t know from Eve.” I had expected this kind of reaction so I leaned back and waited for her to finish raving. I had a good feeling, something told me she was going to accept whatever I had in mind.