Witch Veil Novels & Stories

The earlier you get there the earlier you can get this out of the way’’ he said, the laughter still present in his voice. I grabbed my mate, whose name I was yet to learn, by the hand and reached for his reins that materialized out of thin air. The rein was a large and strong-looking black rope that was enchanted and every griffin had one, but it would only materialize for the griffin-bound rider.

He opened it, retrieved a large, impossibly soft cashmere shawl—deep, rich black—and placed it over her shoulders himself. ​"Your immunity is a liability, Amara," he stated, his voice flat. "Do not compromise your health. It compromises the objective." ​The shawl was a functional object of care, stripped of romance, yet the action was profoundly intimate—a powerful man tending to her physical comfort.

signifies, Agatha, the first witch and the mother of all witches." Her eyes, serious. "What you are about to see is a secret that has been guarded for generations. These women are part of my coven, and they have been waiting for you." With a deep breath, Soraya pushed open the door. The room beyond was large and circular, it was illuminated by the warm glow of large candles arranged in a pentagram on the floor. The air was thick with the scent of incense. As Seraphine stepped inside, she recognized some of the women she had seen earlier in the village. They all stood in a circle, their faces illuminated by the flickering light. It turned out people from different packs were here, each woman

I have to at least try and save Mysteria,’ I tell her and walk away towards the veil. Cerridwen turns and speaks to Valkrim and Ogrun. They listen to her intently and then begin running after me. ‘Changed your mind?’ I shout out to them as I hurry towards the veil, but they don’t answer. The veil looks like a portal but no matter how much power you use against it. It won’t let you through. It’s solid silver when you see it, but right now, because of the solstice, it’s semi-transparent. I can make out mountains through the veil. As soon as I’m only a few metres away, I’m suddenly pinned down by Ogrun, Valkrim and Cerridwen.

I tried to turn my head to see what he was pulling out but failed to do so as it put a strain on my neck, causing me to fall back against the bed. Now next to me, he looked down and brought his hand to the side of my face. Bringing his other hand out from behind his back, he held a piece of black silk fabric in his hands. A blindfold. "For your wandering eyes," He explained, bringing my head off the bed and placing the material over. A pang of fear surged its way throughout my body as all I was able to

It spread quickly, rolling low across the ground before lifting higher, swallowing the houses one by one. Within moments, the entire settlement was wrapped in it. Eira grabbed my wrist. “Windows,” she said. We moved fast, checking every crack and corner, pressing cloth along the edges of the frames. “Is it dangerous?” I asked. “Not exactly dangerous,” she said after a moment. “Just… not meant for everyone.” “That doesn’t sound comforting.” She glanced at the thick mist outside before speaking again. “It’s called the Memory Veil. It fills the empty spaces history left behind—the parts that were lost or erased. When it shows up, it means the past and the present are beginning to collide agains

He knew that the Fae had started to march somewhere in the East as well. Wisteria wore a black satin dress and red stiletto shoes just for the occasion. Twenty thousand Association members and twenty thousand available Dimensians wearing masks assembled in files waiting for her signal to march. Wisteria specifically asked for a humble force, coveting a guerilla approach on the matter. To get close to the Talisman, she must be as stealthy as possible. A considerable force will gain the attention of both Darken and Fae. And besides, the Association made sure that they would pass under their noses without getting noticed. They started the procession, floating gracefully in the air together with

“Then where?” Riven crouched beside him, pulling a scroll from his satchel—old, tattered, marked with seals of both witch and wolf. “You said she shimmered. That she lit up like the stars. That’s not death magic. That’s Veilcraft.” Kael frowned. “Veilcraft was banned centuries ago.” Riven shrugged. “So were half the things keeping her alive.” Kael took the scroll. The symbols blurred before him—ancient glyphs no Alpha was ever meant to touch. “You can read this?”

“I, Blake Wulfric, elect Lucas Hemming as my beta, to be loyal to and lead the Midnight Maple Pack alongside me.” Luke followed my lead. “I, Lucas Hemming, accept Blake Wulfric’s election to be loyal to and lead the Midnight Maple Pack alongside him as his beta.” We touched our newly sliced palms to each other, and I could feel a physical bond being formed between us. Once the feeling passed, we separated, and the crowd cheered even more loudly than previously. I looked down to see that my palms were already healing due to the enhanced werewolf healing abilities. We went to join hands with our families, with the priest in the middle who led everyone in a chant. I could hear the crowd below c

"To Tiberius, we pay respect, His legacy, we now protect. In mountain cave, the secrets kept, By flickering flames, they are swept." Wild roses bloom, the air imbued, Mountain laurel, our spirits wooed. In summer's grace, our journey start, Within this chamber, the Veil departs. "United now, we sway as kin, Veil's embrace, a rite within. The Eclipse Stone, its faint pulsation, Marks our path of transformation." ​ "Ancient words on whispers ride, In Veil's Embrace, the veils untied.