Black Veil: A bride abandoned, a soul enraged

In the shadow of a forgotten estate, a garden blooms where grief once festered. But beneath the petals and roots lies something ancient, something angry.

Generations ago, a bride was left waiting at the altar. Shamed. Betrayed. Her heart broke, and with it, something darker awakened. Cloaked in black, her soul wandered the halls of Ashthorne Manor, cursing every couple who dared cross her domain. And then, she vanished.

Years later, a grieving woman stumbles upon the ruins, drawn by whispers and visions she cannot explain. What begins as a quiet escape turns into a descent into the past, as veils, both literal and spiritual, are lifted. But the deeper she digs, the more she realizes: the ghost isn't the threat.

The memory is.

In this chilling, emotionally resonant tale of love lost and rage remembered, Prasanth N.M. crafts a gothic horror that lingers long after the final page.
The Black Veil is not just a ghost story; it's a requiem for every woman silenced, a garden for every grief that refused to die.

Some curses are buried. Others are planted.