Witchcraft Veiling Novels & Stories

“Veils? Minthe, our pack rituals do not use veils. That is a human custom from the old lands. Why would we—“ “Because veils have always been used for brides, haven’t they?” I cut him off, my voice steady, layered with a dark, deliberate precision. “In the human world, the veil hides the bride’s face until the very moment the vows are spoken. It keeps the identity hidden until it is too late to change anyone’s mind. I want it to be exactly the same for this ceremony.” I let go of his hands, stepping back as the full layout of my plan crystallizes in my mind.

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.”

this was something else. “We have woven the bones,” said High Priestess Seraphina, stepping forward. Her silver eyes glowed with untapped power, her long, raven-black hair whipping in the wind as magic surged through her veins. “Now, we breathe life into the fortress, turning it into a living entity of war.” She lifted her hands. Around her, the witches moved as one - dozens of them, clad in flowing robes of deep blue, their arms etched with runes that pulsed like molten gold beneath their skin.

With camera equipment, backdrops, makeup, racks and racks of dresses. Vanessa turned to her. “Shall we begin?”

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.

She picked up the top of her k’tai and tried putting her braid into it. “Can you help me?” Velsusi snapped his head and looked over at her. “Why, yes. It’s been a while since I’ve seen anyone put one of these on, but I think I remember well enough.” He walked over and put her long brown braid into the tight veil. She pulled it over her head and face. Next, she placed her right hand into the sleeve and carefully adjusted her fingers into the attached gloves. She pushed her arm out and moved the veil so as to avoid any fabric overlaps or wrinkles. She did the same with her left arm and hand then pulled the veil down over her bare back to her waist. She closed a few buttons in front and stood u

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."

A psychic rending that tore through her consciousness like a comet impact, ripping her from her grove, from her body, from the fragile safety of the world she thought she knew. The Veil appeared before her. She had always known it existed, that shimmering, unseen barrier dividing Lunaris, her realm, from the endless planes beyond. It was the invisible curtain that allowed witches to draw from magic without being devoured by it, the threshold of dream and waking, spirit and flesh. To most witches, the Veil was myth, more believed in than seen. But to Selene, its hum had been constant all her life, woven through every vision, every trance. It was her anchor. Her tether.

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

Flickering candles lined the edges of the circle, their flames dancing in rhythm with the whispers of the wind. Seraphina stood at the altar, her hands hovering over the five amulets spread before her. Her eyes were closed in deep concentration, her lips moving in silent incantation. Behind her, her coven of witches moved in unison, each of them chanting in an ancient language, their voices blending into a haunting harmony that seemed to resonate with the power of the amulets.