Witch Veiling Novels & Stories

Her head was now covered with a black veil, almost hiding her down to her waist. At first I stood with my hands raised, waiting for her to let go, then when I realized she wouldn’t I hugged her back. We stood entwined for minutes. I wrapped one arm around her thin waist and threw the other over her shoulders, pulling her even closer. Her veiled head pressed against my chest and she began to speak.

Lady Hilda is also holding another similar golden box containing the crown of Vlash beside her as they smile and marches to the front. “It is our turn now Riri, take deep breath and relax.” My mom said as they smile and look at me. I smile at them and nod. The song sang by the people changes into a lively one and I gasp seeing Vlash walking just into the center of the made altar with his parents on the upper step since they are the one who will marry us. I smile at him as I look around and I smile seeing Queen Veronica, King Levero and Demonica on the side waving at me. I take a deep breath before me and my parents start to slowly walk towards the front. I look behind me to see the cute kids

Too calm. "Still running from yourself?" she asked. Riven stepped forward, blade raised. "You’re not her." Her gaze slid toward him. "Ah, the exile returns. Still pretending to be her savior?" "Stay back," I warned. But she only tilted her head, studying me. "You don’t understand, do you? The Veil isn’t meant to divide us. It’s meant to free us. One step through and we become what we were always meant to be."

The candles went out. Author’s Note - The Crimson Veil began as a late-night idea about what might happen if logic met temptation in its purest, most dangerous form. Evelyn’s curiosity is my own: the need to understand what we fear, even when it leads us somewhere we can’t easily return from. This story mixes gothic atmosphere, mystery, and forbidden connection—a slow burn between intellect and instinct. Every chapter was written and refined by hand, inspired by old literature and the darker side of human emotion.

I moved through and blindly, I collided against someone, my hands laying on her two boobs just in time, preventing a total collision. Sharply, I withdrew my hand and looked up to see a woman who should be in her late 40’s. She had her head scraped, leaving her hairless just like Ruto. She had the tattoo of a dragon on her arm, an art that makes her look rebellious. Jagged, a scar cut on her skin, running from her head, darting through her left eye brow and stopped below her eyes which made me wonder what kind of animal or weapon marked her face at such a delicate area.

I wanted these photos to be leaked all over the social media, the internet, just after the marriage. I was surprised to see that her face was hidden because of that red wedding dress. That’s weird; I rarely have seen any bride hide her face at her wedding nowadays. I was about to lift her veil when the priest objected. “It is auspicious to lift the veil of the bride at the time of applying the vermilion only.” “Okay!” I shrugged, following his words. Even though I had to put the veil on my face, thankfully, it was made up of flowers, not clothes.

Pera melted, whimpering into him, her body igniting despite the danger. “No time,” he growled, but his hands roamed possessively cupping her exposed breast, pinching the nipple hard before yanking the shirt down to cover her. “Viktor’s holding the lobby. We move now.” They descended together, Marcus shielding her with his body. Gunfire erupted from below. Rivals had swarmed the building. Marcus handed her a spare magazine. “Stay behind me. Shoot anything that moves wrong.”

"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.”

Amelia asks, and I grin at her quizzical mind? She will be an outstanding Goddess. "Only a mate who has been marked can enter. A vampire or human without a mark will never see the veil. It will be hidden from all other eyes. Werewolves and their marked mates will only be able to see it. That allows humans to visit family members. And takes away the need to schedule mass crossings. The veil will only be open to those mated to human or vampire...and that includes the royal line," I explain happily. Amelia smiles brightly as we finally come to an agreement. But right as I reach for my bowl, Amelia grabs my hand.

The dress flowed effortlessly around her, creating a sense of regal elegance befitting her status as the ruler she was destined to become. Just as Visenya was lost in her own reflection, Sarai approached with a mantilla bridal veil in hand. The delicate fabric matched the design of the dress, with lace and diamond accents adorning its border. Sarai carefully placed the veil on Visenya's head, securing it with a silver comb that glinted in the light. The veil gracefully framed Visenya's face, accentuating her beauty and adding an air of romance to her overall look. It gently cascaded down her back, mingling with her beautiful brown curls that flowed freely, as if embracing her with their natu