Bg3 Priestess Gut Novels & Stories

And I stopped punching and leaned my forehead against my arm that was glued to the wall. Rence touched my shoulder. "We will find her. We will not let Zack get her. Everything will be alright. Sophie is strong and will not let Zack get her just like that," said Blaze. And because of that, I calmed down a bit and I went back to my seat earlier. They were all sitting down. Until now, the dear king is still there. "Father, how is onerex performed?" Drake asked. "By drinking the legendary goddess's blood and then forcing them to drink your blood; but, only people who are blood-related to that legendary goddess can do so, and they must be someone incredibly evil and powerful," the king explained.

Instead, I was currently ensconced in Chegal’s presidential suite, waiting for her and the rest of my girls to debrief me. “The high priestess tried to consult the seven again, and this time she was successful. One of the seven is coming to town. It seems the mark has chosen a bearer.” “What position?” I asked, still lounging against my chair. Of the three, Chegal was the best at morphing into different characters. Right now, she was a wealthy, spoilt, trustfund baby. A few days ago, she had been a green eyed immigrant driver. Playing driver had been a necessity though. I needed to get Joanne into the humming temple.

I furrowed my brow and shook my head. "No, Nekane. I'm the Reaper Queen and a Death Goddess. I will not run and hide, I will fight and destroy my enemy," I decreed as I called my scythe and felt the black smoke roll across my flesh making a black cloak. I was a kick ass female reaper and Nekane nodded his head doing what I'd done. We were awesome together and I held his hand as we vanished to reap his brother.

In other words, we had to impress him, and I knew this without having to be told. They stopped right in front of us, and I didn’t dare to look up even though I wanted to. A strange sensation took over my body, and it felt like hundreds of spiders were crawling on my skin. Even so, I kept still I didn’t move an inch. “This is Priestess Juvia, and this is Priestess Lila. They will be leading the prayers today. And behind them are the priestesses-in-training—Eva and Danna. They will be the ones to—”

Jeff, unhappy with all of this, left them all alone in the room. "Where is he going?" Jeanna asked in surprise. "Let him think about his own problems," Alonzo replied. "But Chloe, are you sure this girl is the seventh goddess Werewolfia is looking for?" Jeanna asked her adopted daughter. "That's right Mom. Brizella is most likely the girl. That anklet of hers is the source of her power, I'm sure. And that white light must be the figure protecting her, I'm sure of it!" Chloe said confidently.

He led Seraphina through a series of antechambers until they reached a door covered in sigils that crawled and shimmered in the lamplight. The High Priestess waited there, her age impossible to guess—she could have been thirty, she could have been a thousand. She was flanked by two acolytes, both almost as tall as Kael, neither blinking. The Priestess bowed her head only a fraction. “Alpha Vittori. The Moon Goddess receives you.” “Show us the scene,” Kael said, not bothering with the pretense of reverence.

"It's nice seeing you here, but I am afraid you can't get into this room." "What are you now? Her guard dog?" The priestess sneered, a growl rumbled out of the male's chest. "Don't push it Greta." "No! You are the one who shouldn't push it Garret, you might be my cousin but that doesn't mean you can stand in my way." Greta growled. "Go back Greta, no one can enter this room without permission, it's the Alpha's order-" "And I am the priestess of Moon Guards Pack, above everyone except the Alpha, you will do as I say or face the consequences of defying your priestess, now! Let me in."

"My mother isn't here. The assembly doors are burned. If you're looking for the seal, it's not in this room." The dragging sound stopped. The coldness in the air grew so intense that the water around Kai Feng’s thighs actually started to form thin, crackling sheets of ice. I risked a glance over his shoulder, my heart hammering against my ribs. The priestess was standing less than five paces away. Her matted hair had fallen to the side, revealing a face that was completely smooth—no nose, no lips, just a blank expanse of pale, translucent skin with two milky, sightless hollows where her eyes should have been. She didn't have the royal seal, but her long, gold-ringed fingers were twitching in

He was also drooling. James glanced at the Meyer brothers and asked, “Where is she from?” Xytos said, “She’s the Grand Priestess of a Superorthodox from the Ancient Genesis World. She’s Xitlaly Blair. Her cultivation rank is extremely high. She has reached the Yuraeceon Seventh Rank.” “She’s mine.” Quattro laughed and said, “I want Xitlaly.” “Don’t act recklessly,” reminded James timely. “Don’t worry.” Quattro smiled and said, “I have a secret art.”

This realization offered some reassurance, but I remained wary of the entire process. Summoning all my strength, I pushed Kodiak away, determined to break free from his grasp. This time, Kodiak made no move to restrain me, simply observing from a distance as I approached the priestess. She stood before me with a serene countenance, her face adorned with red and black paint, and her long, ebony hair cascading down her back. I warned her, “If you fail to wake him up, I swear by the moon goddess, I will take your life and face my punishment.”