Novel & Cerita Castlevania Priest

I just can’t stand the thought that she let that asshole touch her. The day is a bit dark and dreary due to the rain. Thankfully, it doesn’t take me long to get to Priest’s garage. Priest is a former Confradia Assassin who suffered an accident during a routine mission a few years ago. Unfortunately, he lost most of his eyesight, and due to his disability, he was forced to semi-retire. It wasn’t until a year ago the Confradia offered him the opportunity to regain his eyesight. The Confradia scientists came up with an experimental military procedure that would repair the damage in his eyes. Priest agreed, went under the knife, and the surgery was successful. According to Hunter, he now has cyb

His masked gaze was fixed on the far wall—as if he could see something through the marble. “Not what,” Kael murmured. “But who?” Ianthe’s eyes narrowed. “Already?” Ariadne stiffened. “He’s faster than expected.” Seraphine grabbed Alessia’s arm. “P-Princess?” Eryx stepped closer to his sister, sword drawn. “Mother, who are we talking about?” Ariadne crossed the room to a shelf and pulled out an old scroll bound in black ribbon. “A shadow priest,” she said. “One of the old gods’ chosen hunters.”

“You’re beautiful.” The blush over her cheeks is more prominent now, and I lean down to kiss those rosy orbs. “I’m sorry I didn’t notice before; my mind is all over the place right now,” I explain. “Is this regarding the priest?” she asks innocently, and I frown, but then the realization dawns on me, and I chuckle. “Not a priest, Priest. His name is Gabriel Priest, and he is a vampire; come, Andreas is waiting for us, so I can explain this to both of you when we head to our office.” I say and open the door for her before I get into the driver’s side.

Belial soothed, “We have done all we could, just let the Goddess determine their destiny.” “Well, not in my watch, I won't let these people die, I am their last hope.” the Archbishop insisted. Jeremiah who just came into the room, approached his master, “Well you can take a rest, Archbishop Joseph, let me heal these patients for you.” Belial upper lip curled in disdain to hear Jeremiah’s word, “It is Impossible for a rookie white priest like you to cure these people!” he then added, “Do you know what spell needed to purify the poison? It's level 3 spell and from all the priests in the temple, only father Joseph could master it so far.”

Of Castellanos blood. And then I stop. A man stares back at me from the canvas. He’s younger than many of the others. Late thirties, maybe. His hair is long, tied loosely at the nape of his neck. His face is austere—almost severe—but not cruel. Just… resolute. Like someone who has made a hard choice and will carry the burden of it to the grave. Something about his eyes makes my skin prickle. Beneath the portrait: Azrael Castellanos, 34th Priest. Alpha of the Moon’s Grace. The One Who Sealed the Dark Mage.

Hunter thinks that Priest sold his soul to the devil or something. Priest rises from his chair and raises a questioning brow. He’s an intimidating fucker. Which is saying a lot to someone my size. Priest’s about six foot two with wavy brown hair and silver eyes. He’s muscular but not weight-lifting muscular. Sleeker, like a jaguar. The other Assassins and I like to give him a hard time because he’s the ultimate pretty boy. Women literally swoon when the guy walks into a room. It’s almost embarrassing. I remember we went drinking once, and some girl walked up to him and asked him to marry her. No joke. She was a hundred percent serious. Hunter, Micah, and I were speechless. She made some spe

"Telling the mob exactly what they want to hear." The Priest stepped aside. Behind him, a massive stone altar stood ready. On it lay a golden bowl. "Charlotte was so certain she’d found a secret," the Priest chuckled. He looked at the bound woman on the floor. "She didn't realize she was just the herald. Now, Noah... take off the cloak. We have a world to fix." The High Priest pulled a lever, and the floor beneath Noah began to sink into a pit of white-hot light.

Tiara replied in a tone, Alex has never heard her used. "Then what are you here for my princess" he asked. "I'm here for your life and I'm running out of time" Tiara replied and Alex chuckled. "You own the whole me, so you can do and undo, come here baby let's play" Alex said smiling. Tiara is running out of time already she couldn't wait further to explain so she just removes her bracelet and turned into a vampiress, no one will hear anything they are saying because she casts spell on them already.

“Blame yourself and the Alpha for giving birth to such an outstanding heir.” Laughter echoed softly throughout the hall. “Enough.” “Let’s begin.” Father’s voice rang through the hall. His authority spread outward with invisible pressure. Instantly… The entire hall fell silent. An elderly, fragile-looking man slowly stepped forward. I immediately recognized him. The Pack Priest. In his hands rested a strange black stone. The Sacred Bloodline Awakening Stone. Exactly as I remembered. The memory of his final moments suddenly flashed across my mind. How he exhausted every ounce of his life force to cast a forbidden spell during the fiercest battle of the Holy War.

I had a prophecy living in my palace right under my nose. I had sent the order to summon Eldric. He was the High Priest of the Lycans. He was older than any other beast in the kingdom and remembered things no one else did about the ancient magic. He was my most trusted advisor for matters of old history and magic that touched the core of our existence. Eldric was coming now, and I needed to know the full truth about the girl Elvanya and the symbol on her back.