Divine Priestess And Strategist Novels & Stories

High Priest Julianus held the esteemed position as the leader of all divine priests, while High Priestess Genia commanded authority over the divine priestesses. These distinguished titles, accompanied by honorifics like "Your Excellency," "high priest," and "high priestess," signified their proficiency in performing invocations and their status as sages of the Moon Goddess. Each kingdom had the potential to produce a sage, whether in the form of a divine priest or a divine priestess. However, the coveted roles of the Moon Goddess's sage were exclusively bestowed upon two individuals.

After officially becoming the Priestess, my strength had increased, but it still wasn't enough. He hadn't been trying to hurt my feelings—it was simply the truth. My expertise is divine and spiritual. That's what I was made for: the Priestess, the bridge between the entire werewolf world and the divine goddess. Fighting with the witches from the beginning would be needless and should be avoided unless absolutely necessary. It's better to preserve my strength for when—if—the dark witches manage to break the seal.

“Maya?” Kael said nothing, but I felt his stare like heat on my skin. I couldn’t answer. I was frozen. “Let me tell you something again,” the Priestess continued. “Neriah, your past self, the first moonwhisperer, was a woman of unimaginable power. She was the only one in all the cycles who could lock away large portions of the Dark One’s abilities. Most moonwhisperers weaken him; she diminished him. And one of the ways he stripped her power in return…”

“You have no choice, Priestess.” I wriggled as much as I could. These soldiers were no match for me. Sofia doesn’t intimidate me too. I am half-fae, half-wolf. I am the High Priestess of Ehnrelil. I have more than enough power to fuck these people up. I just need a few seconds to distract them. “May I cut in, Priestess?” Suddenly, Hale’s face popped near mine. He had the most smug smile I had seen from him.

She sighed, “I suppose I never thought of it that way…” Adolph sighed, “When a priestess enters the temple, they give up their name and claim to formal ties to family and pack. Every priestess is considered an avatar of the moon goddess, meant to guide us while alive.” Laurel smiled listening to Adolph speak about what the journal spoke about. She hadn’t thought much of the Goddess-Blessed epithet, just thinking that it referred to his victory streak and the fact that he seemed to escape every battle mostly unharmed.

They shared the same cascading silver hair and the same golden eyes. Though Lysandra’s held the sharp, predatory rings, Elainna’s shone with the pure, luminous grace of a celestial witch. Elainna was the High Priestess, the untouchable Saintess, the favored daughter. And Lysandra was the hybrid who was sick of living in her shadow. Elainna smiled, humble and sweet. "I try to show the compassion I teach. We're all struggling in our own ways." She stood gracefully. "I should let you all get back to your day. But perhaps... could we all try to be a little more understanding? Not for her sake, but for the Basileus. He needs our support, not more conflict."

There were some things that had to happen the way that they did or else everything would have changed but not in our favor. I had to wait until she saw those flashes before I could come forward and lead the charge. Selene named me Athena, after the Goddess of Warfare, for more reasons than my strategist abilities and mindset. The easiest way to explain it was that Selene was given the blueprint for me from the Goddess Athena. I was crafted to be a strong warrior, one who had the ability to strategize as well as the ability to be a savage and ruthless fighter on the battlefield.

He took a step back with his hands up, smart boy. “From the feel of her power, I-uh, think she can handle one witch, right? And-” “NO, she cannot. The High Priestess’s power comes not from fighting or battle spells but from healing. She is our greatest healer and greatest seer. She can see...She can see...she saw this. She insisted she came with me when I said I was coming here. She knew...” I trailed off, not wanting to say what I knew was coming next. Her words from a few days ago came tumbling back into my memory.

Andrei, who just returned from our pack, the Zverin Pack, sensed my fury and immediately stepped to plead for him. “Viktor, it's not Dvah's fault,” he said. “Your woman is more powerful than she seems. And that means she's been hiding her powers from everyone, including her own people." Adin nodded before adding. “Andrei"s right, Your Majesty. An ordinary Head Priestess would be no match for Dvah and I on a one-on-one fight. Your woman is clearly something else.”

“I… I don’t understand. How is that possible?” Tears welled up in her eyes as she studied me. “You were given blood from each family line,” she explained. “I was the priestess of the Sawol family, loved and respected by all. Priestesses are the most known and the most protected in the world. Each of the three families has a priestess who is tied to the moon goddess like no other and is meant to be the protector of each family. When I married the King of the Wlanc family, the priestess from that clan moved to the clan I originated from. As a gift for the birth of my first daughter, the other two priestesses in the world, the former priestess of the Wlanc. The priestess of the Sawol family and