Witch Veiling Novels & Stories

Unlike her who hid hers for fear of being discovered. He took her chin delicately over the veil that covered her face as if protecting it from the outside, he wanted to admire her hazel orbs a little more since he did not have the privilege of delighting with such exotic and beautiful eyes because their owner kept avoiding his gaze. She began to feel uncomfortable and naked before him, but she did not want to break the contact for some strange reason.

They felt glued to the ground beneath me, and it was for no other reason than me simply refusing to move. Alaric and Adelaide weren’t supposed to stand beside each other, let alone on the same level. The Veil was supposed to be layered for a reason, and that separation was what kept it stable. It kept Baelor from the Alpha King and werewolves, the werewolves from Gloria and the witches… What was happening? My breathing grew louder through the silence of the Veil as one thought repeated itself in my head. Had I done this? Had I somehow pulled them together?

Now my wolf was jumping around excitedly talking about my mate. Why did she feel so familiar? Why couldn’t she recognize me as her mate? Unless… She wasn’t a werewolf. The thought was absurd. Impossible. No creature can bypass the Veil of Lupus, an ancient spiritual covering created by the first werewolves to protect their kind and keep our existence hidden. Those who have slight access to this world and can somehow bypass the veil are those who either have supernatural blood like witches, seers, faes, or those marked by a werewolf.

It made the treatment difficult. Still struggling to tend to my wounds, Madam Apricot barged into my room. "You won't be able to dress your wounds properly yourself," she said. "Sit," she commanded. "I will help you dress them from here on." I obediently sat and she tended and dressed my wounds very neat. "There you go!" She said when she was through. "And I must say, that was a smart move using veilroot to mask your scent. Only few werewolves know the significance of veilroot, it is most times discarded as common weed.

“You’re fading” He grabbed her wrist. “Don’t waste your energy on me. Just tell me how we end this.” Tears filled her eyes. “There’s only one way.” He stared at her. “No.” “You don’t even know what I’m going to say.” “I can see it in your face.” She looked away. “The Veil was made from sacrifice. Only one soul can close it. That’s the law it was built on.” “Then it’ll be me,” he said immediately.

“That essence mingles strong—use for veil potency, or distract?” Lira veiled spectral, third-eye pulsing erratic white. “Visions devour depths—branches infinite, prophecies crown bleed if forced. Harmony adapts subtle; undercrypt hungers heirs' blood, personal now. Whispers seek from sight? Bond's heat veils deeper—refuse tempt, guide true,” she intoned ethereal, veil shifting to reveal luminous concern. “Paths branch dark; choose wise, or self-fulfill ruin.”

“It makes her the veil’s queen. But you’re the people’s.” Ewen added, “And now the veil wants to decide between you.” At midnight, I sat alone at the altar again, flame weaving through my fingers without thought The veil in front of me shimmered gently, calm for now I closed my eyes And whispered a single word “Why?” And the veil responded Not in words In visions I saw her Not a shadow Not a wraith A queen Seated on a throne carved from ribs and roses Wolves bent before her in silence, marked not by bond but by oath

I growled, slowly easing her off my back and into my arms, bridal style, then kissing her neck. She gasped, grabbing onto my jacket weakly. "It wouldn’t be a bad sight." She whispered, looking into my eyes. I pressed my forehead to hers. Fuck not much longer and you’ll be ok… I kissed her lips deeply, forcing myself to keep control rather than devouring her when she was already so weak. "Is the veil a barrier or just a concealment spell?" I asked as we continued forward. "Both." She replied, "We won’t be able to cross it until we are granted permission. There’s a reason Elandorr is the only kingdom said to not welcome anyone in."

Baylee braced. “Long ago,” Melody began, voice slipping into that storytelling cadence Baylee had always loved, “before the packs split, before the land was carved up by territory and birthright and Alpha names… there was balance. “There was the Moon’s blessing — healing, protection, renewal — and there was the Veil.” “The Veil?” Baylee asked. Jessica nodded. “The space between this world and what comes after. The barrier that keeps old darkness out.” “And the Veil weakens,” Melody said, “whenever wolves give in to cruelty. To greed. To bloodlust for power instead of protection.”

“I pronounce you both a legally wedded husband and wife. Now, you may kiss the bride,” Her heart shattered. Kiss? Her very first kiss, which she had always thought about sharing with the person, whom she was going to love the most in her life, but it was not acceptable to her fate. It had never been acceptable to her destiny. Only if she knew. Peering right into her shimmering eyes, Theron gripped her wedding veil. Her palms clenched when he thrusted his face closer to her, but right before pressing his mouth against hers, Eizlina witnessed him covering both of their heads with her veil.