Witchcraft Veiling Novelas e Histórias

“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.

Charlie stepped toward it and felt her skin prickle, the same electric pressure she felt before a storm breaks. "What is that?" she whispered. "A ward," Wren said. "My mother specializes in them." "You didn't mention she's a witch." "She's not." Charlie gave him a look. "Wren, this is witch behavior." "She's... something else." Before she could demand clarification, Wren lifted his hand and pressed his palm to the veil. The barrier rippled like disturbed water, then parted, revealing a narrow passage of swirling silver light. Wren gestured. "After you."

"The veil takes so many forms, Rya. It's impossible to know what it would present itself to you as." Those were her only words. It was as though she reserved the whole truth, as though a portion f it as enough to carry me through the trials. I nodded my head, and accepted what she told me. WIthout any hesitation, she began the ritual process, starting off with a very deep rhythmic hum that echoed in the air, followed by strange and ancient incantations. Soon, the ritual circle began to glow. I could feel the ground rumble for a brief moment. Soon enough, I felt a certain kind of lightness that swept through me, almost as though my body was quietly getting unbound from me.

The scent—sharp, medicinal—burns your throat. “It’s time,” she says. You stand, shielding the twins. “What exactly are you going to do to them?” She tilts her head, her ice-chip eyes narrowing. “The ritual is simple. Their magic will anchor the Veil. In return, the Goddess grants them control.” “And if it doesn’t work?” “It will.” She steps aside, gesturing to the archway. Moonlight spills through it, pooling on the stone floor like liquid silver. “Bring them.”

But the fear didn’t leave. Betty finished the last stroke of makeup, stepping back to admire her work. “You look beautiful, Selena. You’re ready.” I smiled at her, trying to push down the nerves. "Thank you, Betty." "You're most welcome," she replied warmly, before taking a delicate veil and draping it over my face. I frowned in confusion as the soft fabric fell over my features, obscuring my view. Betty noticed my reaction and chuckled softly. “This veil is for our Crimson Knight tradition. You can’t see your mate before the wedding.”

Magic hung thick, ancient and raw, like smoke that never cleared. On the third day, the trail vanished. No more markings. No more path. Only a wall of fog at the mountain's base. "We've arrived," Ava said softly. Brielle studied the fog. "This is a veiling enchantment. It doesn't just hide—it repels." "Not from me," Ava murmured. She stepped forward, the ley pendant glowing faintly. The mist parted like curtains drawn back by invisible hands. Kellan exhaled low. "Well. That's not ominous at all."

At the bottom, the passage opened into a cavern veiled in a pale, silver mist. The priestess stopped beside me, her eyes as sharp as a wolf’s. “This is the Veil,” she said. “The goddess’s test. It spares no one with an impure heart. Wolves go feral if they are false. Humans…” She paused, gaze cutting deep, “…lose their minds.” A shiver ran down my spine. The mist curled around my ankles like cold fingers, breathing secrets I couldn’t understand. “What do I have to do?” I asked, voice tight.

I open my eyes and take the card out of the blinding glow, and as my brain registers the card it looks blank, but I do as tradition states, spin around and hold it in the air for all to see. The gasps and the yelling starts, and I don’t understand why, so I bring the card down to my eye level and watch it. The card is black with what looks like six white silhouettes on it. There are colors beginning to swirl within each of the white silhouettes. Glancing up I see six figures walking toward me, but I can’t make out who they are. “Mistress to the Veil! The whore and her men must be sacrificed! You know the law! Kill the betrayers!”

"I didn't come here to be saved." I turned, adjusting the dark leather bracers at my wrists. My cloak, stitched by the mountain witches themselves, shimmered faintly with their protective runes. A fair price. "Did the witches deliver what I asked?" I asked. Kael nodded and handed me a small obsidian vial. "Cloaking oil. Masked scent, no trace, no echo. You'll be a shadow in the dark." I pulled the stopper and inhaled deeply. It burned my senses, carving through my lungs like smoke. Perfect.

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.