Witch Veiling Novels & Stories

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.

“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

Turning it toward me, she revealed a luxurious wedding invitation adorned with gold accents and elegant calligraphy. I arched my brow higher, waiting for an explanation. “Kael has agreed to a modern wedding!” She clapped her hands with glee. “We would have this after the Moon Priest and Priestess join us, of course. This would be like a pre-reception, just like humans do it. Isn’t it fabulous? And guess what? I want you to be my veil lady.”

Former runway model and once married to a popular pop star, now chief communications and brand officer of the Hawthorne group and divorced. She was staring back at one of Penelope’s fashion and lifestyle idols. It reminded her that she needed to know why Penelope ran away. Clad in a sleek, caramel-colored leather trench coat held at the waist with a matching belt, Vanessa exuded effortless sophistication. The kind of woman that naturally intimidated Kallista. The coat parted slightly as she moved, revealing a fitted cream silk blouse tucked into high-waist tailored trousers in a rich espresso hue. The straight pleats and precise tailoring of the trousers emphasized her elegant frame.

Amelthia without waiting for another second ran to the chief and hugged him. “Please don’t let him take me. Please save me. He will kill all of us.” Amelthia cried saying every word out to him. Amelthia tightened her grip around chief’s torso crying more. The chief felt sad seeing Amelthia in such a state. He felt it that he needs to protect her with all he got. Even though he is using crutches to walk he felt strong inside to protect her. He has to do his best. “Don’t worry Amelthia. You are under protection no one can dare to touch you or take you away from here. I and Felix will keep you all safe and sound. No one can even touch your single hair.”

The forest looked warped beneath the half-light, and the air hung still, charged with invisible tension. Iris shaded her eyes. “Is it an eclipse?” Aiden’s voice was low. “No. It’s the Veil.” The Veil. An ancient omen—a curtain between the mortal world and the realm of the spirits. For it to descend now meant something catastrophic was drawing near. It meant the boundaries were cracking, and the Hollow Throne was stirring. Her mark burned. Not with the usual golden fire, nor with the black void it had flirted with before. Now, it shimmered a dusky violet—a melding of both. Balance unbalanced.

​The Violet Veil ​In the village above, the Salt-Bloods and Bloom-Kin watched in awe as the invisible Aegis shroud suddenly ignited. A dome of violet fire erupted over the island, stretching miles into the sky. It wasn't a solid wall; it was a shimmering, liquid lattice of energy that pulsed in time with the Weaver’s frantic heartbeat. ​The ships of the blockade—the Consolidators—immediately opened fire. ​Kinetic slugs slammed into the violet veil, but instead of shattering it, they were absorbed. The resonance of the "Tuning Fork" caught the slugs, vibrating them until they turned into harmless dust that drifted down like snow onto the harbor.

But this was no whisper. This was a scream. The vision had not been a gentle unfolding of possibility, no drifting veil of futures yet to be. It was a brutal unveiling, a tearing away of all that was safe. The Veil—shimmering, invisible, ever-present—was not merely thinning. It was tearing.

Shane replied immediately and Regaleon frowned. “They are selling werewolves?” “Yes.” Shane answered firmly. “Females are in high demand. But these females are not Omegas as described, they are mostly highborn ladies taken on the night of their unveiling or after.” “How so?” “Unlike Wolfsbane, it is of tradition that the identities of attendees during Veil Night are subjected only to their masks. Also any promise, or agreement made during the ceremony before the unveiling is binding, and whoever betrays the veil accord will face consequences—death, banishment, or the second party can do as deemed fit.”