Witch Veiling Novels & Stories

Outside the windows, the campus melted—buildings bending, trees flattening into two-dimensional shapes before snapping back into impossible geometry. At the top, wind roared through the shattered clock face. Below them, chaos glimmered—half world, half mirror. Lila faced him, hair whipping around her. “There’s one way to seal it.” Cade shook his head. “Don’t you dare.” “If I merge fully, the Veil stabilizes. I become the bridge and the barrier.” “You’ll cease to exist!” She smiled faintly. “Maybe that’s the point.” The captain burst through the door, gun raised. “Step away from the edge!”

“A life you should have thought about when you childishly decided to cause harm to people by your actions. Did you really think you’d walk away from this with a slap on the hand and a warning? Well, here’s your reality check and I’m going to cash it as I write it; ‘Misha David Michaels, you are hereby and forever stripped of your ability to mate. You are sentenced to a lifetime as a Veil Warden. You will report to the Veil Warden Academy before this day’s festivities begin. Anyone eligible to be your mate has already verbally rejected you. You are alone. May others learn from your story, because that’s all you are now, a memory.’”

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

Her face went from pale to ashen gray. “Moon Goddess help us,” she whispered. “That's Widow's Veil.” Malcolm and I exchanged a sharp glance. “What is Widow's Veil?” Malcolm demanded. The grandmother's voice shook. “It's an ancient poison. Slow-acting, nearly impossible to detect. It feeds on the victim's life force, draining them bit by bit until there's nothing left. The black veins... they're the final stage. Once they appear, the person has days sometimes only hours before their heart stops.”

“Like it’s waiting for us to mess up.” “It probably is,” Vivienne said sharply, her dagger already drawn. She scanned the area with practiced precision, her posture tense. “The Veil isn’t just alive—it’s watching us. Testing us. The relic might’ve stabilized that marker, but we’re still not out of its grasp.”

My heart beats like someone else is controlling the rhythm and I feel like I am connected to Azraelyrs in some way like an invisible thread now binding us together. Lady Veyrien smiles, and then, she gestures to two priestesses carrying a bowl that is not burning like the others. When the priestesses get closer, she dips her hands into one of the bowls that contain some kind of sacred oil. She smears the oil onto my hair, my forehead, my wrists, and each touch sends a jolt of something hot shocking throughout my body. White smoke wraps around my dress like a blessing and a threat all in one as she begins addressing the crowd.

Close enough to smell the faint scent of graphite, fabric, and jasmine clinging to her skin. She didn’t move away anymore when I got close. That realization did something unsettling to my chest. “What’s that one called?” I asked quietly, nodding toward the sketch. Elara tilted the page slightly toward me. A long black coat with sculpted shoulders and hidden inner layers designed to conceal small weapons. “Veil,” she said softly. “It’s supposed to look elegant until you notice how dangerous it actually is.” My eyes lifted slowly to hers. “That sounds familiar.” Her lips curved faintly despite herself.

Jamie rolls his eyes. “Let’s go, then? I have the car ready,” Jamie says jovially. “Yes…oh no wait, there’s one more thing left,” Vi interjects, her eyes widening. “Now what?” Jamie almost whines. Vi dashes back to her room as fast as her five-inch stilettos would allow. Soon she is returning with another package in her hand. Furrow my eyebrows. “What is that?” I ask as she rips open the package. “A veil. I forgot to put it on.” My eyes widen at the beautiful veil in her hand.

“I don’t have anything appropriate for being kidnapped into a billionaire meeting.” Violet’s jaw tightened. “There are clothes in the dressing room.” “Of course there are,” I muttered. She stepped closer, voice lowering. “Don’t embarrass him.” I leaned in, smiling sweetly. “Don’t tempt me.” Violet held my gaze for a second longer, then turned and left. I dressed in the least “wife-like” outfit I could find—black slacks, a white blouse, hair pulled back. Not because I wanted to look nice. Because I refused to be underestimated.