Bg3 Priestess Gut Novels & Stories

when the high priest appeared out of nowhere , Priest Rudolf was so scared that his legs turned limp " Of course , I'm back or else how will I see you using your power for you own gains with my own eyes " said The high priest with a sneer " No - no , you are wrong . Your holiness , this girl is really someone -" " Shut up !" snarled The high priest " Do you think I'm blind ?Open your eyes and see who this girl and who you are accusing !" The high priest snapped his fingers and the magic circling Chelsea vanished , in place of a woman witj fuchsia pink hair , stood another woman with blonde hair but similar features

steeling myself for whatever fate awaited me. My pulse thundered in my ears, and for a moment, I thought my heart might burst. But then, the air changed.A gasp rippled through the warriors behind me. My eyes snapped open, and I froze. Before me stood a figure unlike anything I’d ever seen. Her presence was overwhelming, her form cloaked in radiant light that shimmered like liquid silver. Her eyes glowed with a deep, celestial blue, and her robes seemed to ripple as though woven from moonlight itself. The chamber was silent, except for the sound of her voice, which resonated like the chime of a thousand bells.“The Moon Goddess has heard your pleas,” she said, her voice calm yet commanding, “

Aurelia spoke between clenched teeth. The bishop stepped away from the book and knelt before the Huli Jing, "Oh great goddess, I am your humble servant and willing slave. How may we assist you?" "You have another of my priestesses locked up somewhere in this sad excuse for a temple. I demand you free her," The fire on the tails flared up, and the bishop bowed his head to the floor. "We have many people in rooms of reflection. Which one do you speak of?" He stuttered and blubbered.

” I lectured. ”Noted.” she said then pouts. I was about to talk when the waitress came back with our orders and without wasting any second, we started to eat and some talks. I was enjoying the food and our talk when I hear a voice. ‘Priestess...’ I automatically looked around to find any suspicious person but nothing. Not until my eyes went to a figure of a man wearing a black coat that seems like it was from a magazine that feautures the Victorian style of clothing, his hat that covers half of his face only showing the tip of his nose and his lips. But what caught me off-guard is his creepy smile that sent shivers to my whole body. Then he said the word... ’Priestess’

We make one. The priestess from the village found us at dawn. She climbed the cliff path with a basket on her arm, her white hair wild in the wind. Her eyes were sharp, missing nothing—the book on the table, the tension in our shoulders, the bond that hummed between us like a second heartbeat. You found it, she said, setting the basket on the floor. Bread. Cheese. Dried meat. You will need your strength. You knew about the ritual, Cassian said. It was not a question.

My pace slowed. I was close. The grove opened ahead of me, circular and impossibly quiet. The ground was covered in dead moss. Stones lined the perimeter, carved with symbols so ancient they seemed to hum. And in the center, she stood. The dark priestess. Tall. Shrouded in a veil of black. Skin like moonlight on bone. Eyes like ink spilled on water. "Cassandra of the Stolen Glory," she said. Her voice was soft, but it echoed like thunder through the grove.

said a voice behind her. The priestess watched Elhias, bent down to the ground, with the unconscious queen in her arms. "He has grown up," the priestess declared, feeling a sweet smile on her lips. "And more stupid," the girl commented. The priestess turned her head towards HER. The girl was leaning with her side on a marble column, one leg bent and the tip of her foot resting on the floor, her arms crossed to her chest lined with black armor, elaborate steel in the shape of scales protected her upper part, her torso was covered with black leather, while her blond and pink hair went down her shoulders. The emerald green eyes were focused on the young king, the face devoid of emotion even if

I swallowed nervously and nodded my head. Elder Luke stood up and walked behind me, laying a book down beside me that surprisingly seemed to consist of information on Goddess marks. It was far more detailed than any of the books I'd vaguely seen on the subject in the past. Knowing he would require to see my back today, I had purposely worn a dress with a back zipper. He waited patiently as I brushed my hair to the side, unzipping the back of the dress just enough for him to see but not enough for me to feel completely exposed. I was thankful that he allowed me to keep my dignity while I did everything and didn't handle me more than was necessary.

They walked into a large hut which was covered with green vines, many exotic and medicinal and different range of colors of plants. The front door was slightly opened and Erza who was in front of Atarah walked in. "Olga, I brought the herbs." Erza said with a singing voice as she dropped the basket on the ground, along with other plants. "Oh, thanks you so much. Dear." Olga was an old woman who had become the pack's herbalist, it was essential to have one in a pack because, the herbs are used in the ritual to crown an Alpha which in turn the goddess turns the Alpha fur silver.

Others appeared indifferent, their faces expressionless as they awaited the conclusion of the ceremony. The priestess, a wise and compassionate woman stepped forward. She wore a long, flowing white robe with intricate silver embroidery, symbolizing her connection to the moon goddess. In her hands, she held a staff adorned with small, glowing crystals that seemed to pulsate with an otherworldly energy.