Castlevania Priest Novels & Stories

Before he could respond, the heavy, metallic screech of the vault door opening echoed through the chamber. The High Priest stepped inside, the golden mask reflecting the dim light of the candles. He held a sharpened, silver needle in his hand, and he was staring directly at Kael’s chest. "The Prince failed to finish you," the Priest said, his voice smooth and devoid of mercy. "Which is a pity. It means I must perform the extraction manually." The Priest raised the needle. Kael looked at the woman in the opposite cell. She was smiling. Kael braced himself, his hands clenching into fists, the last remnants of the energy in his veins sparking one final, desperate defense. He didn't know if he c

Unfortunately, she didn't notice it. The Holy Priest began chanting the spell in a strange language. Then a white blinding light came to the table, and it's changing into a popped out screen like television. Either Max or Duke Lancia, didn't seem surprised about the magic which The Holy Priest performances. However, Cecilia gasped and almost let go the hands she held, if she didn't remember the rule. "Holy Priest, is she--," The old man nodded and look at the young woman on the screen.

“Cassian is a beacon. Untouched by death, born from power, bound by love. The very thing she despises.” Vulture finally looked up. “Then he’s our sword.” Deep Forest Ruins – Beneath the Choir’s Keep Valeria kneeled before an obsidian altar. Around her, thirty priests hummed a low note — one that made the walls drip blood. Her body was skeletal now. Her limbs long and unnatural. Her face masked in ritual paint. Matias stood behind her, clutching a book bound in skin. She muttered, “Soon, my song will be louder than all their guns. Their magic is patchwork. Mine is the original thread.”

A soft sigh left Dean lips, and he stretched his whole body; rolled his shoulders and neck and twisted his wrists and ankles in anticipation. "I don't suppose you'd like to roll on the ground like a good boy and grovel?" He asked nonchalantly as the magic he usurped from hell morphed into crawling black flames. "Perhaps chant a prayer to your mother for mercy?" His voice lowered into a silkier tone, and he stood before the brat, open to attacks yet sure in his safety. "After all, facilis descensus Averno." The descent into Hell is easy.

CHAPTER 116 “Damon,” Scarlet hissed. The priest stepped into the clearing, his long robe fluttering in the wind. He didn’t speak, his eyes were pits of emptiness beneath the veil, and yet, he somehow radiated amusement. “You’ve run long enough, little witch,” he said, his voice low and echoing, “Did you think you could protect her forever, hide forever?” Richard stepped forward, his body partially shifting. “Don’t you dare come any closer.”

he murmured, his voice rough, filled with absolute faith. My chest tightened. I nodded, lips parting in a breathless smile. The priestess screamed again, her magic cracking around her. “No!” she howled, shadows slipping through her fingers like smoke. I stepped forward, shards blazing brighter. My voice rang out, sharp with command. “Yield!” Her eyes widened in horror, her power caving. Eleanor’s chant rose, her hands lifted high. A silver light spiraled into the grove, locking around the priestess. “Seal it!” she shouted, her voice raw but steady.

Now, he bowed low before the altar. “She lives,” Morwen said, his voice a rasp. “The girl has been cured. No fangs, no thirst. Mortal once more.” A murmur rippled through the circle. Some nodded with satisfaction; others hissed in disapproval. From the opposite side of the altar, an older witch lifted her hand. Her name was High Priestess Cerys, her eyes pale as moonstone, her hair long and gray like riverweed. She had led the Ashen Kin for decades, inheriting the seat of power from her mother, and her word was second only to Selene’s.

“The High Priests sought a body strong enough to bear the weight of forbidden rites, flesh resilient enough to house their vengeance. She was chosen, groomed, shaped by their hands. Every drop of power she wields does not come from blood, but from curses etched into her bones. She is not any heir...she is a weapon of destruction.” Kale’s growl rumbled low, fury trembling in his chest. “So she was never my blood.” The priest dared to glance at his direction. “Never, and will never be. She is an imposter wrapped in lies, used by those who hate your line. Every ritual she performs bleeds the empire’s venom further into Ravenfall.” I seized his chin, forcing him to face me. “Prove it, prove that

Eli and the other vampires gathered around a large stone altar, where they began to perform a ritual to call upon the spirits of their ancestors for guidance and protection. As they chanted and prayed, the air began to shimmer and glow with an otherworldly light. Eli felt a surge of energy coursing through his body as the spirits of his ancestors answered their call. Suddenly, the air around them began to swirl and twist, and a figure materialized in front of them. It was a woman, dressed in ancient robes and carrying a staff adorned with precious stones. "Greetings, my children," she said in a voice that echoed through the cave. "I am Selene, the High Priestess of our ancestors. I have been

The priest took a step back, eyes widening in fear. “Sancte Michael Archangele, defende nos in proelio, contra nequitiam et insidias diaboli esto praesidium,” he began to chant, raising a hand in the sign of the cross. He reached into his cloak, grabbed a small decanter of holy water, and sprinkled it on Scarlet. As the water hit her skin, in the sunlight, it felt like acid. She shrieked.