Witch Veil Novels & Stories

She gestured toward the folded parchment that Riven still held. Elara stood rigid, her fingernails biting into her arms. Every detail felt like a stone being placed on her chest. “Witchcraft,” Riven muttered, reading the script again like it could tell him more. “And not a weakling’s work either.” Selena nodded. “A veil spell. Designed to blur sound, scent, even light. It needs blood to activate.” Elara’s stomach lurched. “Blood? Whose blood?” “Probably theirs. Maybe even Willow’s,” Selena said softly, as if saying it too loud would make it true.

Evangeline stood at the edge of the tear, windless and weightless, the satchel empty at her hip. The Heart of Dracula now hovered above Virex’s hand, suspended in a cocoon of violet spellfire. It rotated slowly, dripping motes of blood-magic like falling stars. “Is this stable?” Thorne asked, eyes narrowed. “Doesn’t look stable.” “It’s not,” Virex replied calmly. “The Veil is a wound. The more you press, the more it bleeds.” Silas muttered a curse and paced backward, glaring at the rift.

He bows his head, and my gut instinct, surprisingly, is to tilt my chin in a proud, regal manner and accept this… ascension that was written in the stars for us. Luna of Veiled Valley. Willow is going to freak when I tell her.

His dark hair fell into his eyes, but the way he looked at me—like he could see straight through my skin—made my breath hitch. “You shouldn’t be out here,” he said, stepping closer. “The Veil’s thin tonight.” “The what?” His jaw tightened. “You really don’t know.” It wasn’t a question. I crossed my arms. “Then maybe explain instead of speaking in creepy one-liners.” He hesitated, looking over his shoulder like he expected something to leap out of the shadows. “The Veil is what keeps… them out. It’s not supposed to show you things unless—” He stopped himself, eyes narrowing. “What did you see?”

The tear in the veil looked like a piece had been torn from it, it had great resemblance to a fabric, flying loose, dwindling in the wind. Mordeu, Cillian, and Ayra took their places behind Alana as they waited and watched. They could all see from the large tear in the shimmering blue veil how the humans were making their way over. But Alana seemed to be almost done with her spell. The same shimmering blue of the veil was starting to form in Alana’s hands. Fjall was amazed. So amazed that he didn’t catch sight of an arrow making its way over to Alana.

He doesn’t move, but there’s a subtle tilt of his head. Your call. Right. “No more half-answers,” Aria adds. My wolf rumbles. Good. I drag a hand down my face, then look back at her. “Alright,” I say. “Then listen carefully.” She nods once. “The Veil isn’t just… some abstract thing we use to stay hidden,” I begin. “It’s not just about keeping humans and hunters from knowing we exist.” Her brow furrows slightly as she listens. “It’s more than that,” I continue. “It shapes how the world overlaps.”

It unexpectedly reached the Venomveil Tribe. Master Vipersage continued, "The spectacle of a hundred flowers blooming and butterflies dancing in the video signifies the awakening of the Venomveil Tribe's Goddess. This ability to command butterflies is a hallmark of every Goddess within the tribe."

The church organ reverberated through the air, announcing the arrival of the bridal party. As the organ's melody reached its crescendo, the heavy wooden doors swung open, revealing the radiant bride, Sanya. She stepped forward, her white gown billowing gracefully around her, as she beamed with happiness. Her long veil trailed behind her, delicately held in place by a crown of tiny, sparkling crystals.

“Everything all right?” “Just discussing your favorite subject,” Riven called from camp. “You.” Kyren’s eyes didn’t leave mine. “Stay close when we cross. The Veil plays tricks. It will use anything it can to even your thoughts.” “Like what?” I asked. He hesitated. “Like me.” When dusk fell, the Veil came alive. The sky turned the color of dying embers, and the air thickened with heat and whispers. We stood at the ravine’s edge, staring into the red mist that churned below.

Outside the windows, the campus melted—buildings bending, trees flattening into two-dimensional shapes before snapping back into impossible geometry. At the top, wind roared through the shattered clock face. Below them, chaos glimmered—half world, half mirror. Lila faced him, hair whipping around her. “There’s one way to seal it.” Cade shook his head. “Don’t you dare.” “If I merge fully, the Veil stabilizes. I become the bridge and the barrier.” “You’ll cease to exist!” She smiled faintly. “Maybe that’s the point.” The captain burst through the door, gun raised. “Step away from the edge!”