Castlevania Priest Novels & Stories

Rosita said "How come Lame knows we're going to the temple for her to plan with the librarian to hide the book were searching for?" Zudan stops the spell on the vision paper after saying this then recast the spell, the paper can only show the ancient temple and Lame is not there anymore! Katrine said they have to stop her because she must be planning something right now. Rosita suggested that they should quickly search the book and when they did, chapter ten of that magic book states that the first priest of the ancient temple can be revived back to life with some incantation spell and it only Ashek that can read the spell.

She cried, her voice rough in its grief, and Caroline nodded, beginning to fade. "Believe in yourself Quinley, the way I've always believed in you." Touching her students' arms, the High priestess sent her the final gift through touch. Centuries of spells, knowledge, and the history of witchcraft flowed from Caroline's fingertips into Quinley's veins, and her hair turned white instantly, as the magic ingrained itself into her psyche. When Quinley opened her eyes once more, her reflection revealed the trademark violet eyes marking her ascension to the head of the coven, and Caroline was gone.

“The current High Priestess is Cleopatra Ravi, known as Lady Cleo. She succeeded in her mother’s role after her death three months ago, and she has a great strong influence in both the vampire and Moon Church communities.” A distant memory flashes in Damon’s mind at the mention of the name, and his fingers involuntarily tighten on Lana’s waist. He senses Lana's discomfort almost immediately, and he catches himself. He soothes her by gently rubbing the pain before he takes a step back from her. He gives her an assuring look and waits for her to nod in agreement before he closes the distance between him and Hunter. “I will take care of it.” Damon asserts, his deep commanding voice turning low

One white priestess was crouched down on her knees and for a moment I had to take a moment to focus but then I was brought into the light and saw it was Caroline. Sophia and Clara were on either side of her going to her aide. Then Laura made her way over and Laura gasped. “Caroline you have the High Priestess marking.”

Every fiber of his being seemed to radiate power, a sense of unyielding resolve that was both captivating and intimidating. "I am Raphael. High Priest of the Underworld here in Canada, as I’m sure you know." With deliberate slowness, I inclined my head and torso, executing a deep, formal bow that conveyed respect and deference. My movements were precise and calculated, intended to demonstrate my acknowledgment of the Necromancer leader's authority and power. "Blaze." He said, but he didn't bow. Instead, he stood still and kept his eyes focused on me as if I were about to pounce at any moment.

LAVINIA QUISPE POV As I reached the end of the aisle, I caught eyes with Priestess Elowen, who wore vestments like mine, but crimson as I would wear a month hence, when the Blood Mark begun tonight would be finished. The Priestess was a stern woman, not unkind. Decades officiating at Blood-Oaths, funeral rites, and consecrated rituals had only rubbed from her whatever lightness she ever had. Being the Covenant Priestess was an honor, so to speak, but I had somehow doubted all along. It certainly wasn't anything I wanted for myself. Being the Lady of the Covenant was a job I wasn't sure I could handle as it was.

Inside: blood from the four founding families mixed with shadow water—a binding ritual. He drank. It tasted like rust , earth and ancient power. "I, Selene Vance!," the High Priestess proclaimed, her voice thundering, "High Priestess of the Crescent, hereby ascend you, Deimon Ashworth the Fifth. Rise, glorious Alpha!" The words unlocked something primal.

” I lectured. ”Noted.” she said then pouts. I was about to talk when the waitress came back with our orders and without wasting any second, we started to eat and some talks. I was enjoying the food and our talk when I hear a voice. ‘Priestess...’ I automatically looked around to find any suspicious person but nothing. Not until my eyes went to a figure of a man wearing a black coat that seems like it was from a magazine that feautures the Victorian style of clothing, his hat that covers half of his face only showing the tip of his nose and his lips. But what caught me off-guard is his creepy smile that sent shivers to my whole body. Then he said the word... ’Priestess’

“The human you seek cannot be seen.” Xavier turns, slowly, recognizing the voice of High Priestess Cerava, the eldest of the High Coven. She has not appeared in this realm in centuries, and even now her form is only a shimmer, as if she stands on the edge of both worlds. “The spirits murmur,” she continues, “and what they say displeases me.”

She did not notice the danger behind her at all. At this time, the white figure slowly approached her. When he overlooked the chasm, a surprised smile appeared in his eyes. “Thank you for telling me that he’s here, Angeline.” Angeline turned her head sharply, and the priest in white was looking at her bare feet. They had been pierced by thorns and were flowing with blood. The priest suddenly smiled wickedly. “Very good. This is the best time to activate the Blood Curse.” Afterward, he began to part his lips and chant some spells.