Witchcraft Veiling Novels & Stories

“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.

Victoria led Raven through the aisles hand in hand, fingers laced tight, the obsidian raven pendant at Raven’s throat catching flickers of light with every step. They moved in comfortable silence until Raven stopped before a shelf labeled in silver script: *Veilcraft – Intermediate Bindings*. Her sharp blue eyes scanned the spines—leather cracked with age, titles etched in languages half-forgotten. One volume called to her like a whisper against bone: *The Greater Veil: Finer Threads of Dominion*

Talking about banal things entertained them and he was the one who did the shopping. Now he was gone and she had to go out to civilization to buy the basics. She stood in front of the mirror and stroked her cheek. She took the veil and placed it over her face. This was how Samay Fraga hid her face under the thin fabric, sheltering there a dark past and the fear of being captured, either by her partner or by the authorities. Therein lies the mystery of the veil. (...) Jacqueline helped Arthur take care of the baby with Nidia. Only the former knew that it was Sam's child since Arthur was very cautious about his girlfriend's affairs, especially since he no longer trusted Anabela.

“This letter shows that your security is not good, Alpha. If anyone can walk freely in the Pack ground, then what’s the use of elite guards on the borders?” His stern voice reverberated the corridors, the entire hospital got stilled momentarily. “Simple werewolves cannot counter magical attacks, Elijah.” Delilah invited them in after a thorough examination. “As you can see, her hands and tongue have been frozen by a dark spell. It’s an ancient practice to seal a witch’s magic, and mostly it can be cured easily with the reversal spell.” She put away Julian’s arm and bared her right side. “The Blue Swans Coven was ambushed by the Ring Fire Coven in the past. It’s a miracle that she survived, b

The veil held the promise of untold knowledge, of answers to the questions that had haunted them throughout their journey. Valen's voice was a whisper, filled with both caution and curiosity. "This is the Veil of Temporal Convergence—an ancient artifact that holds the key to unraveling the mysteries of time."

Over the years it has become a real love and hate relationship that would only end when one of us dies first. I chose to come to Kaden's pack because I knew I would be able to get this magical herb; these would help keep the Drusken and Amara off my tail for a little while. I froze as my deep hazel orbs rounded. "Bloody fuck!" My enlarged crystals scanned the large black veil that covered the entire witches' quarters and, most probably, the entire pack. Fuck! "This is fucking bad," I whispered to myself. "It's a barrier veil," I said quickly, shocked. My heart began to hammer hard against my chest. This couldn't be good. This was a barrier spell, meant to impede the use of magic.

"I'm aware of the risks. But I need this potion, for reasons that are my own." The witch's eyes seemed to bore into Clara's soul, as if assessing the truth behind her words. After a pregnant pause, she spoke again. "Very well. I can provide you with the recipe for the Enchanted Veil potion. It can make a man fall deeply in love and blur his memories of the past."

I tell her confidently. The small witch shakes her head at me. "I am sorry, Princess," she says. "But all those that stand in front of the High Priestess must cover their gowns." "Why," I ask and the little witch cocks her head to the side and stares at me in confusion. "Because this is how it is done," she replies. "This is how it has always been done." "Just because it is how something has always been doesn't make it the correct way to do things," I tell her.

She swallowed hard. “Who can perform something like that?” She looked directly into his eyes. “The Crimson Veil witches.” The words hit me like a punch. “They’re real?” “They never stopped being real, they merely learned to hide.” The healer looked at me with a serious face. She poured me a cup of tea. “It is real,” she said. “Mate-suppression spells are usually the work of The Crimson Veil witches. Mate-suppression spells are old magic, Alpha,” she said. They are very powerful and very dangerous. Breaking one takes time and great effort.”

The air is cloying, sweet with night-blooming jasmine and the faint, coppery rot of bound sprites. ​Leverage. That is the key. I have scented their desperation. The coven's witches are just necessary filth to brew the backbone of the rite, but the Fae? They crave the pure essence. They need Liora's unmarked blood to shatter the veils between the wilds and the whispers. They want to flood their fading courts with stolen wolf-fury.