Bg3 Priestess Gut Novels & Stories

Catarina Rosales Marquez surveyed her garden of fruit and vegetables in the windswept hills of Mindanao. The Aswang Queen of Domminga Mountains, Catarina ruled with an iron thumb, her sleek black hair like a whip, replete with eyes of black pearls that shone like a viper's.

Celine, is not an ordinary werewolf. She is constantly locked away and hidden and eventually sold. When the pack that buys her kidnaps the prince, Celine finally finds her escape. She uncovers that she does have a wolf, but it was shielded with magic, and not only that but she's a hybrid. The king and prince feel like there is more to her. There's constantly a strong sense of magic, and enchantment around her. King Sebastian is shocked to find out she is his mate, and vows to protect her, only that becomes hard when they uncover, Celine is in fact the missing Queen Goddess. She's not just a werewolf, but a fae, mermaid and everything else combined into one. That though isn't Sebast

So, I slowly sat back in my seat and turned to Cole for his answer. “Artemis, you can answer these questions better than Gunner or I can. Will you take over please?” Cole asked as he turned to look at an old man standing in the far corner of the room. I hadn’t even noticed him standing there. He stepped forward and walked around the table to stand next to Cole. “Triple Goddess was sleeping, yes, three months with no heat. Is possible she feels it all now” he said slowly. His thick Greek accent was dominant in his voice.

“It’s…nice to see you.” “Why are you all…blue?” “Well, you’re all grey,” Anton snaps back, gesturing towards Blythe’s ghost form. Blythe gasps and looks down at himself, horror coming into his eyes. “Blythe, it’s okay –“ I say in a rush, reaching for him again. “Hi, Blythe,” Faiza says, stepping forward authoritatively and pitching her voice louder than mine. “My name is Faiza, I’m a priestess of the Goddess of Life, just here in my official capacity letting you know that you’re super dead.”

"There are too many of them!" I looked at the priestess. "I'm not jumping in," I said. "I have a family." "Then you doom them," she said simply. The Well erupted. Tendrils of black ichor lashed out, faster than thought. They grabbed the priestess. She didn't scream. She smiled. "The hunger wakes," she whispered. Then she was gone, pulled into the black depths in a heartbeat. The tentacles turned toward us. "Fall back!" I roared. "To the bridge!"

(The doors open and what looks like a priest with a very long sword resembling an arrow walks forward. Mysterious Preist: (Bowing to Juno with an air of politeness.) "Child of Buddha, I see you have brought more back from the hunt. My mother Izanami will be pleased with your offering. May the old world's gods be praised. As their blessings are everlasting to those that are devout followers." (He turns his attention to Kimora and Dantzler and spits directly at their feet in disgust then offers Juno two pairs of shackles.) Dantzler&Kimora: (Collectively and visibly confused both speak simultaneously.) "Umm...what?"

Those big, pretty eyes, grey-blue like deep pools of ice water . A muted noise from down in the street woke me from my reverie and I realised I had no idea how long I had been standing there like a fool. The expression on Priestess's face gave away nothing, her porcelain skin and air of quiet amusement making her look vaguely regal, like some pagan queen rendered in marble. More to cover my embarrassment than anything else I asked "So, why exactly are we-" I shrugged in what I hoped was an expressive fashion. "What would you say if I told you I was trying to conceive the Antichrist?"

My voice dropped into a dangerous growl. “I would rather die than bind myself to a human.” Bella muttered under her breath. “Trust me, the feeling is mutual.” My head turned slowly toward her. She froze instantly. Smart girl. I turned back to the priestess. “There must be more.” My eyes narrowed. “You saw something else.” The priestess studied the swirling mist again. For a long moment, she said nothing. Then she shook her head. “For now.” Her glowing eyes lifted to meet mine. “There is nothing more.”

“That’s why I tell yeh. I ain’t never diggin’ up no witch. Not ever. Yeh wanna mess wid dat, fine. But it won’t be me.” He turned and walked on, smoke trailing like a shadow. Gideon hesitated before following, eyes flicking nervously to the mist, as if half expecting to see bones pushing up from the soil. Behind them, in the hut, the priestess whispered into the dark, her voice cracked and soft, speaking to someone unseen. “It’s all right, ma sœur. We get yeh back.” The swamp swallowed her words whole, leaving only silence.

She exuded an air of divine authority, her voice ringing out like a bell. “Did this ritual alter the markings of the Great Gods on your body?” Bainer nodded, lifting her sleeve to reveal the swirling patterns now concentrated on her arm. “Abomination!” the Priestess hissed, her voice laced with anger. The crowd’s outrage grew to a deafening roar. “Silence!” Kema struck his staff against the floor, his eyes scanning the room. “Jade, what do you have to say for yourself?” Before I could respond, Professor Usevhar sneered, “What excuse could she possibly offer? Her actions defy the will of the Great Gods. Or is she suggesting that her ways are superior to theirs?”