Castlevania Priest Novels & Stories

"I won't let them harm us." Aunt Cleo's voice sliced through the air like a warning bell, her words laced with urgency and gravity. "Aqua, you need to grasp the true threat of the coven. They're not just ordinary casters. Each possesses unique abilities, ranging from unnaturally swift regeneration and inhuman strength to the sinister power to manipulate creatures and even people, turning them into spies. Some even boast of an unnerving form of immortality, extending their lives far beyond the natural order. And worst of all, they have the terrifying capability to absorb the powers of other casters."

God, I can't believe I'm thinking of his arms while he's about to kill a man. He opens his mouth in search of oxygen. His neck and face veins are swollen, which I would say is purple or even blue. It seems that their feet have already lost their lives, as they hang inert and without moving. He is a middle-aged man. It can be seen in the wrinkles on his hands or in the gray hair that begins to appear that it is closer to the third. -Azael- I utter serenely- Let it go. Azael looks at me with narrowed eyes before obeying me. And I am hardly surprised by how easy it is to control their actions. He drops it without any delicacy and drops it to the ground, causing a dry sound. The man is one secon

“Being part Lycan and part witch the Lycan side enhances the witch’s magic. Making it more potent. Ive been telling you that all your life. What I haven’t told you is that your mother was a High Priestess and a Queen blessed by the Moon Goddess. The coven she was born into cast her and her mother out when they found out she was a hybrid. Her father was one of the original lycans and had certain abilities that were blessed to his family’s bloodline by the Moon Goddess. When your mother was born, she was not only a hybrid, but she was also part of an original Lycan bloodline. Their bloodline made them Royalty. Most of them were hunted and killed. Those that weren’t, hid. Like you they could ma

In the center of the main hall stood the Tomb of the First Mother: a massive slab of white marble that glowed with a faint, natural luminescence. The High Priest stopped at the edge of the light. "We are here. Shall I begin the invocation?" "The invocation is already finished," I said, pulling the silver dagger from my belt. "I know who you are. I know about the lavender, and I know about the rot." The Priest’s face didn't change, but his body began to distort. His white silk robes began to blacken at the edges, and the lavender smoke from the censer turned into a thick, oily soot.

Behind her, dozens more stepped out of the deep dark, their movements perfectly synchronized with the rising tempo of the ancient choir. "The Eclipse bloodline," the lead Coven priestess hissed, her voice sounding like two stones grinding together beneath deep water. She didn't look at Silas or the heavily armed Sentinels; her blind, glowing gaze was fixed entirely on the permanent bracer fused to my right arm. "The pretender has broken the seal. The child of the surface thinks she can command the cradle."

Both of them looked worn out, however, Aurum had fallen to the ground while the priest was still standing. The priest looked at Aurum's furious face which had no redeeming qualities. He raised his arm and chanted the spell. Blinding white light emerged and shot out of his hand before engulfing Aurum. With the last shred of energy left, Aurum used it all to cast a deadly spell that collided with the priest's energy and caused a loud explosion.

Even picking something up off the floor makes me throb for him; I need to get a fucking grip! “I’ve never had to use my Allure to get a woman naked; I’m sure you can see why,” he says, grinning and I blanch when I see his double fangs. I’m used to one set of elongated canines on vamps, but Priest has longer lateral incisors and canines, albeit the incisors are smaller than the canines. “Ugh, not only are you delusional, but you’re vain as well -” A crash downstairs makes my heart thump even faster, and I hear Priest growling before he throws on his black jeans. I remove the blade from my heels before slipping them on my feet, readying myself for any fight with him.

He also looked at Damon’s hand on the door handle so Damon immediately let go of the handle and walked away slightly. “Aren’t you a thief?” the priest asked. “Because there is nothing in your face that will do evil.” “Ah, we are not thieves. We are just looking for something,” said Raven. “Looking for something?” the priest asked. The four approached the priest, who was still standing nearby. “Then maybe I can help.” The hunters looked at each other. “He’s a priest. He believes in demons.” Damon whispered. “So, shall we tell him about the blood?” Kyra whispered.

" Elizabeth nodded, grateful that he had spoken up. Daryl was a warlock fascinated with human biology, able to heal wounds, raise the dead, and create maddening creatures directly out of Chaos itself. He was easily one of the strongest magic users there, and hopefully, it sounded like he was on her side. "And what happened next?" The shadow at the end of the table shifted - clearly the High Priest's attention was on the real world as well; he appeared to be in the middle of dining, a shadowy goblet raised to his lips. "We decided that the best course of action would be to eliminate him discreetly. Despite any power he has already amassed, his mind would be incapable of withstanding a spiritu

They didn't fight like two Individuals, but like a perfectly synchronized clockwork of destruction. But while decimating the attackers, Raven noticed a movement at the altar. A tall man in a purple coat – the high priest of the cult – did not intervene in the fight. Instead he took the largest of the filled Phioles, pulsating the forbidden blood almost black, and ran on a dark tunnel at to the other end of the hall. “He has the concentrate!” Raven called over the noise of the struggle. ‘Vesper, hold open it! I'll get him!"