Witch Veiling Novels & Stories

But the fear didn’t leave. Betty finished the last stroke of makeup, stepping back to admire her work. “You look beautiful, Selena. You’re ready.” I smiled at her, trying to push down the nerves. "Thank you, Betty." "You're most welcome," she replied warmly, before taking a delicate veil and draping it over my face. I frowned in confusion as the soft fabric fell over my features, obscuring my view. Betty noticed my reaction and chuckled softly. “This veil is for our Crimson Knight tradition. You can’t see your mate before the wedding.”

In my hands I held a long dark purple veil, attached to a brooch black Perl brooch… [Veil Of The Hollowed Widow: One of the ancient relics that belonged to the old civilization used to belong to a witch feared by all, it has concealment effects as well as enhancements of both the mental and the dark attributes, this relic changes its appearance depending on the host’s wishes] Bloody hell… did I just get my hands on unique equipment?! Something that only one exists in this world... even in the game… there was only one! I quickly put the veil on and checked its effect… a grin showed up on my face as I laughed while staring at my reflection in the mirror… This veil that once belonged to a terri

I simply stepped away as if I was reclaiming the small space of my body in a room full of people who felt entitled to it. Damien’s hand reached out, not grabbing this time—hovering near my wrist like he was deciding whether to risk a scene. Cameras flashed. I lifted my chin, refusing to give in to e them. Josh watched, fascinated. Lily watched, amused. Violet—somewhere in the crowd—watched like a hawk. I could feel her attention even without seeing her. Damien lowered his hand again. “Hailey,” he said quietly, controlled. I didn’t answer him.

The veils added an aura of mystique to their actions, their expressions concealed behind the shimmering silver sea silk lace. Joe and Bryan's eyes were transfixed on the veiled princesses as they gracefully proceeded towards the altar. The delicate silver sea silk lace veils added an extra layer of intrigue, obscuring their features and leaving their beauty to the imagination. Clad in ceremonial gowns adorned with shimmering pearls and intricate seashell patterns, the princesses exuded an ethereal radiance that would have took Joe and Bryan's breath away, literally if they hadnt been holding it.

Then she pulled away. The whispering stopped, and I opened my eyes. I felt peace, and I breathed slowly. I waited expecting another voice call to me as Selene stood by me. Nothing happened. She wasn't the problem like I had thought. “What did you do?” Vanessa asked. “I used a withering veil spell. It gives peace, but it's only temporary until you gain full control of your Lunaris power,” she responded. “Looking at you, I bet your wolf has awakened,” she added.

Then out of seemingly nowhere, my best friend exclaimed in excitement. “Tada!” She brought out a matching blue lace fabric, which made mr brows rise higher on my forehead more. “It’s a veil! It will help cover you up a little. If anyone asks, you’re a delegate from one of the packs that came for the festival. So, what do you think? It was Melissa’s idea.”

“Because grief doesn’t always weaken. Sometimes... it makes you thirst for blood.” I walked into the war room. Tables strewn with maps, ancient scrolls. A portrait of the Moonveil family hung on the far wall. Silver eyes stared back from the canvas. And at the center... Willow. Young. Painted, but unmistakably Moonveil. Even in oil and pigment, her bloodline pulsed. “If he won’t come to me,” I said, “then we go to him.” Kael blinked. “Alone?” I smiled. “Of course not. I’m bringing a gift.”

I walk out of the kitchen, hearing him yell out and add, "Oh, and put on a skirt!" All I see is black, then bits of red, then black again. Reason being, there's a blindfold shielding my eyes from seeing anything Alex has planned for the afternoon. I did as I was told. I rushed back upstairs, brushed my teeth, washed my face, and slipped on a bra and a skirt per Alex's request, putting his collared shirt back on and tucking it into the top hem of my bottoms. Then I hurried to the garage, where none of the lights were on, and he cornered me. He fucking snuck up on me, slipping the silk material over my eyes and whispering into my ear the infamous words, "For your wandering eyes." I didn't get

I asked. She turned slightly. “The veil,” I said, gesturing to my own face. “I thought that tradition had mostly died out across the packs.” She shrugged. “Some still practice.” “What are the central tenets?” I asked. “I’m curious.” A pause. Slightly longer than it should have been. “Prayer. Devotion to the Goddess.” She stopped, then continued, “the veil is a commitment. The removal of vanity before the divine.” “And the name?”

The creature turned toward him. “Why?” “Because I said so.” The creature laughed. “You still believe command can protect what you love.” Zevarion lifted his sword. The creature’s body dissolved into shadow. A second later, he appeared behind Zevarion. Black fingers wrapped around his throat. Elyra screamed. The creature pressed his mouth near Zevarion’s ear. “You see how easy it is?” Zevarion struggled. The black Moon Sigil began spreading across his skin. “You can’t protect her.”