Witch Veiling Novels & Stories

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.

I asked. “Yes, My queen.” She whimpered as I nodded with a smile. “Shall we continue with the journey?” I asked and then she started walking again, until she stopped in a large hall. They are just behind that veil. The Veil represent that fact that they don’t want disturbance. “Good.” I replied as I marched right to the veil and removed it, a choked cry arose from Faye but my attention was soley on the angry faces that were in front of me.

He added, " Put this on your head. I don't want anyone seeing my blood bride. " My eyebrows furrowed. Is it because he thinks I'm ugly? I silently placed the veil on my head, covering half of my face. I know I'm literally the ugliest helsing alive but he can't just do this to me. The whole time we were walking down the palace halls, I was silent. I ket my head low. I had no confidence in meeting everyone's eyes. He doesn't have any problems when we were at the Moon Dance. Why now?

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.”

I was marrying my dream man, but that dream is now nothing but a nightmare. Black embroidery crept across the hem in delicate, venomous vines, roses, thorns, and wolves. Symbols of the Alpha’s house, stitched into my train like a warning, like a leash. My hair was braided back in tight coils, a few dark curls left loose by my cheeks, pinned with white sapphires and cold silver combs. A sheer veil sat over my shoulders, not to hide my face, but to soften the sharpness of what I’d become.

“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

“But there was a price. They poured their lifeforce into the mark—linking it to the Veil itself. When the Moon Gate weakens, that mark awakens. It chooses the bearer… and burns through them to keep balance.” Selene swayed, the floor tilting beneath her. “So you’re saying I’m some kind of… magical fail-safe?” “No,” Ruvan said tightly, stepping to her side now. “You’re more than that. You’re the only one who can close the Veil once it opens. But it’ll cost you.” Selene stared at him, her throat tightening. “What does that mean?” But it was Eira who answered. “If the Veil opens fully, your body becomes the gate. It will burn through you—physically and spiritually—to anchor the seal. That’s what

Preparing for the final battle. The war for the Veil had truly begun. 🌙

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?”