Witch Veils Novels & Stories

She was wearing a veil underneath, one that made me wonder why she had the shawl in the first place. "My name is Layla. Even though I am a witch, I can disguise my scent to be that of a werewolf. You will keep my secret and tell your people that you found me on your way back from the forest. I simply want a home and I will give you my body for as long as you want" She finally broke the weird silence between us. "Sounds good to me. Pack up" I said and walked back to the car to wait for her. She didn't take long at all and by the time she joined me, I could have sworn that she was a wolf. Beautiful, dainty, and perfect. Just the perfect distraction for me.

“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.”

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.

But she remembered the rabbit’s heartbeat, the way the forest had sung in her blood, the hunger that hadn’t belonged to her. “I…” Her voice faltered. “I don’t want this.” “No one does,” Rowan said simply. “But wanting doesn’t change the bloodline.” “The bloodline?” Rowan straightened, expression shadowed. He moved to a shelf, pulling down an old leather-bound book. The cover was cracked, its edges worn smooth with use. He laid it on the table, opening it to a page marked by a ribbon of faded red cloth. The illustration made Evelyn’s stomach twist. A man—human—stood beneath a crescent moon, his body splitting apart, fur and claws erupting from his skin. Around him, others knelt, bound in chai

They simply vanished as if the people who made them had disappeared into thin air. Selene swallowed hard as her voice trembled. “She opened a veil.” Killian looked at her sharply, his brows creasing together. “A veil?” “A magical doorway,” Selene said quietly. “She used it to hide her location, and Astrid went through it.” Beta Andrew frowned. He was already mentally exhausted from all the twists. “Can you go through it?” Selene shook her head. “Not yet. A veil like this can tear a wolf apart if they enters unprepared. We need someone who can see the other side.”

​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.

“Last chance, Valthor. Choose unity, or fall.” Valthor roars, their dark blade slashing, void clashing with light in a shower of sparks. “The Veil’s a lie!” Their aura surges, wraiths swarming, rifts roaring, and I parry, the blade’s song guiding me, my light steady, the Veil’s hum a pulse in my bones. My human form dances, honed by battles past, but Valthor’s strikes are cosmic, their void-energy searing my aura.

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

said Crimson to Violet. "I took it to the precinct." They turned to find that the woman was no longer on the ground. "Crimson, look out!" Violet cried before shoving him to the side and Crimson watched while his female counterpart got blasted by a bolt of lightning that was intended for him. Her body suddenly burst into a wave of purple light. "Violet, no!" Crimson dashed to where she had been standing but there was nothing there except for the purple haze that still glowed from the aftermath of the blast.

he said urgently. I blinked in confusion and snapped my gaze at him. “Veil? What Veil?” He did not slow down. He started pulling me forward quickly, and Cane followed right beside us. “Did you think Obsidian Veil was just an ordinary name?” Caden asked without looking at me. “I don’t know,” I said honestly. “Nobody explained anything to me properly.” “There is a Veil,” he said. “A barrier that hides this place from human eyes. It keeps the world separated. What you see here is only visible because you have been brought inside the protected territory.”