Castlevania Priest Novels & Stories

Unexpectedly, he knew how to read the ancient texts. "Then it's Minerva Chrysalis de Ivrea." He said and the butterflies turned into dust and surrounded the whole venue. The black-caped man quietly opened his hand and a ball of deep purple flame appeared. Afterward, he pointed it towards the circle that he stood in until the deep purple hue encircled him and shot towards the direction of Minerva. After him, Santi did the same thing until the rest followed.

The Matron tried using her telekinesis on him but failed once more. "Your magic won't work on me," he said rising up with face down. "Who are you?" She asked. "I'm a Priest, exorcist, hunter of dark arts, dark witches included. And you're messing with my family," he said and Naomi joined up beside him, but still floating slowly. "And you should never bring range weapons on a witch's hunt," the Matron said and squeezed her fist driving woods from outside into Willow still on the wall. In so doing, the long woods held her there, not magic anymore.

the priest hissed. Elara’s voice rang like a bell struck by war. “You built your kingdom on our ashes. Now you’ll drown in them.” She hurled the Crownslayer like lightning. It struck the priest’s chest, and the runes flared so violently they split the sky in half. The priest screamed as the blade devoured the magic anchoring him to this world—consuming him in silver fire. By the time the light faded, there was nothing left of him but smoke. Silence fell.

“The one you’ll be meeting is… Lady Velastra Noireveil.” Sera blinked. “That name sounds like it could eat me alive.” “She could,” Elira said frankly. “She’s a Crimson Vampire. One of the old bloodlines. A Blood Priestess.” Maren added quickly, “Don’t panic, she’s not allowed to hurt students. Her role is… very specific.” “What role?”

The words the Priestess had taught me rose to my lips, ancient and powerful: "By blood and bone, by moon and stone, I call to you across the void. Lucious Blackthorne, son of Kieran and Raven, brother of my heart, hear my voice. The light within you cannot be extinguished, the truth of your blood cannot be denied. Show me where you are held, that I may bring you home."

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

Angel asked, putting her hand on my shoulder. If ever there was a more glaring example of why I didn’t want to be a full time Shadow this was it. I was no strategist and I certainly was a lover, not a fighter. But my family has been threatened, my friends. I am the High Priest of the Castellanos coven, and hundreds are looking to me for action. The very existence of a coven is secretive by nature. No one is usually just easily let in and if you are it is a long time before you are really privy to its inner workings.

Laurel stepped closer. “By her light are we all graced and live,” the priestess said. “Even vampires.” Adolph frowned and looked at the priestess. Her eyes had turned a brilliant white and his breath caught as Laurel walked closer to the stained glass windows. “Find no fault in what you have done to protect the kingdom,” the priestess smiled. “A sword as you were meant to be, always. It… brings joy to my heart to see you with your shield.” Laurel turned and froze at the glowing gaze that fell on her.

“Who are you?” Damon’s fingers tightened around her wrist. “Don’t speak to it.” But the presence was already stepping forward. A figure materialized from the shadows—tall, cloaked, his face obscured by a hood woven with swirling black sigils. The air around him distorted, as if rejecting his existence. A Dark Priest. One who served the Blood Eclipse. Damon snarled, shifting partially, claws elongating. “You have no right to step into my lands.” “I have every right,” the Priest murmured. His gaze—though hidden—seemed fixed directly on Ariana. “She is the key. The prophecy’s heart. The one the Eclipse demands.”

Countless phantoms emerged, accompanied by a sinister gale, charging toward the old priest. "How dare you use such filthy tactics against me?! Begone!" Father Lysander joined his hands and summoned mystique energy that effortlessly crushed the oncoming phantoms. His power was particularly effective against ghosts, obliterating them with a simple gesture. "You're an evil tree, collaborating with Great Master Pearce over the years. I will destroy you today and flatten this mountain. You shall no longer terrorize these lands!" Father Lysander charged toward the tree, unstoppable thanks to his God Grade prowess.