Castlevania Priest Novels & Stories

Our lips met, and for a second, everything felt peaceful, loving, real… And then… A tremor rippled through the air. A faint hum echoed above the hall, making the chandeliers sway. Gasps rose among the crowd. Dominic stiffened. Marcel turned sharply, instincts igniting. The elders spun toward the window as a crack split the air, loud, sharp, unnatural. A pulse exploded from the heart of the territory, deep, ancient magic ripping apart. Dominic wrapped his arm around me, his instincts to protect his mate rising almost instantly. The shield. The protective barrier around the pack. A barrier older than Dominic’s bloodline.

Young Lord Damian replied to his holiness. “Then we must hurry,” the high priests said, then they teleported towards Lady Clementine’s room. When they arrived, the maids were cleaning the lady’s back with a clean cloth gently. The high priest and the young lord were both shocked and furious because of what they have done to the real princess. “I will heal her now,” the high priests told them, then signalled the maids to move aside. When the maids moved, he started to perform the healing spell.

As soon as he heard the message, he left Rook Theia like that and went to the Queen. As he left, Rook Theia shot her an angry look, and then looked up to see Bishop Eloise behind her, who had probably arrived after Pawn Clara. Bishop Eloise looked disgusted at Rook Theia, who was still standing and looking down the path that Ace Denzell had taken to Queen Clementine. Bishop Eloise Walsh is the healer of the vampire coven. She has long hair dyed brown with straight bangs on her forehead. She often wears dark purple feline eyeliner with white gloves.

she screams at me. “I, Maeve Holstin, daughter of Norman and LeAnn Cross, sister to Meadow and Tate Cross, and mate to Alexander Holstin, have every right. I am the rightful Priestess of the Coven of the Night Garden. You were never their true leader,” I say, realizing that it’s true. The witches told me that the Cross family was known to have very powerful magic, but I hadn’t realized the extent of that until I tapped into Levana’s magic through Angel.

It's not performed very often as it is old magick and requires a lot of magick power. However, unlike the spell, my grandmother’s coven helped me cast over Romeo this spell connects and intertwines the caster with the Ancient Elders of the High Priestess’ Bloodline on a more spiritual level instead of just borrowing the power. Even though it is a healing spell the penalty of using it can be the price of your own life, unless performed by the entire coven, which is why it is only ever used in extreme circumstances. The only other spell that I have ever heard of coming close is the Greater Healing spell from an Angel and sometimes depending on the Angel even they need the support of other powe

Concentrating on Lester, I’m ripped through the building, passing through empty rooms, going up several floors, and past patrolling Templars without their notice until I come to a jarring halt in a plush office that’s all leather and gleaming wood. Smiling, The Pope hands Lester a glass of red wine and invites him to sit. “That went better than expected. She is unbelievably powerful.” “Yes,” Lester says. “But she is the high priestess.” “I’ve never seen a witch that strong. Zavier only had to make a threat, and Willow flung him around like a toy.” “It might have been a fluke. The fear of losing her child could have caused a surge of energy...it may not happen again.”

“Well, I can’t disclose anything to anyone outside the faction and to any lower priest. But you have to understand that my superiors and the archbishop are people I cannot deny.” The priest who visited her wasn’t how she pictured a priest should be. He was bald with a scar on the left side of his head and a tattoo on his hands. The only thing priestly with him was the white robe he fashioned and the insignia of an X with spirals on it. “As long as it only stays to a small group of people. Now please assess her for any dark magic.” “You can untie her first.” Lord Reynold gave her a warning glance to which she only ignored and tilted her head, trying to look clueless.

As the priest raised his staff high, a brilliant pillar of light descended upon Valcoz. The magic flared, twisting into celestial chains that wrapped around his limbs and wings. Valcoz fell to one knee, snarling as the divine light scorched his skin. "Chains forged from the prayers of the faithful," the priest declared coldly, stepping forward. "You will never touch another soul again, demon." Jacquiem burst through the fallen archway, breathless, eyes wide. "Stop!" he shouted, placing himself between the priest and the restrained prince. His armor clattered, but he stood tall.

“Stop the sacrifice!” They charged across the chamber. The hooded priest lifted a ceremonial dagger high. “By blood and shadow, we bind her soul!” Nyra vaulted over the altar’s edge, charging the priest. He hissed a curse, and the floor split open, shadow tendrils writhing like hungry serpents. Nyra leaped aside, landing hard. The tendrils snapped shut. Kaelan engaged the priest, blades flashing as he deflected the dark magic. He slashed at the priest’s wrist, sending the dagger clattering to the floor. The priest staggered, momentarily stunned.

Demian whispers her ear; What you're trying to hide being the daughter of the High Priest of Light, I don't care, believe me, although at another time he would have been my booty, but now all I care about is my brother, so rest assured. Demian is about to leave and Mac grabs his arm Mac wondered; what?!!! Demian sighs. She says the truth, she really doesn't remember anything, she doesn't know anything at all. He looks at her, " Hey, girl, do you know Chevy? " Rodri quietly; Prince Chevy Castillo sure I know him Demian nods; Is he among those who know how to decipher black magic? Rodri Toma; Certainly, the princes are the ones who are authorized to use it, and therefore how to dismantle it, a