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I whispered, the words catching in my throat as I translated the ancient dialect. The text didn't describe the Priestesses as batteries or safety valves. It described them as the Architects. The silver-violet lightning under my skin wasn't just a grounding wire; it was a leash. According to these records, the original Priestesses didn't just help the Alphas contain their rage—they had the authority to command it. If a wolf lost its soul to the beast, the Priestess could reach into their mind and force the shift back, locking the beast away with a single touch.

“This is whey my priestess, you can’t decided who goes into our. I do.” “First of all, if she is a priestess at all, she gets to decide who comes to her and not you. Also, need I remind you that I am I am Oscala , priest of the moon goddess. I have the power to command the priestess of every other god and goddess. That includes your. So it’s either you step aside or you incur the wrath of the goddess on you and your people.” She stepped away. “At least now you know why we left the world; to avoid this bullying by those more power than us.” She muttered under her breath as I passed her. I stopped beside her and looked her into her eye.

Written on the page was, Helsings are natural leaders who sought to protect and rule the kingdom of Doria. With them is a power that no other creature holds. It is both divinity and sorcery. But not all the helsings have the power to do what it takes. There is only one priestess in every tribe and a High Priestess that rules over them all. As always. A High Priestess. The other book was all about the High Priestess. It said in there that, The High Priestess is a shadow of the Universe. She controls the elements of this world, and provides peace and aid to her people. A helsing woman can only become a priestess once the Moon calls on her.

I moved forward, straightened my shoulders and braced myself for what was to come. Inside her temple, I found the priestess, a fearsome lady shrouded in mystery. She was looking at me with a mixture of curiosity and contempt, her eyes like pools of ancient wisdom that could be seen through the curtain of time. As I walked in, she gave me a chilly look, her eyes blazing with bitterness. She probably held no love for me, as I was a lycan— nor for Noah, for that matter. Her allegiance was to the moon goddess alone, and she was aware of Noah's violations of the natural order.

The divine priests or priestesses were those people who practiced seeking knowledge and message or revelation from a deity which was the Moon Goddess. Priest Irus glanced at me and deeply bowed his head to acknowledge me. "Your duty has just started, Your Majesty. You will soon learn what you have been looking for." "What do you mean?" I creased my forehead from his meaningful message which made Claude turn his head at me. "Duty? What duty? As a Luna Queen? or being a General?" I asked, feeling my heart jumping out of my ribcage. He drew out a small smile and bowed his head so as not to meet my eyes. "That is the message I received from the past—from the Moon Goddess when I am still practici

Queen Titiana says, bringing us back to the task at hand. “We need a distraction,” Naomi says. From what Kayla’s told me, Naomi’s gift is strategy. When she says something, you listen. “What kind of distraction?” King Goldemar asks, leaning forward. “Think about it,” Naomi says. “This was a coordinated assault on every deity across the globe. Putting the Aztec death goddess in the Goddess’s Realm wasn’t random. They expect us to try and take it back. She may be powerful, but I doubt she’s the only one guarding it.”

Her eyes are sparkling blue paired with reasonably pale skin that compliments her facial features. She stands five feet and six inches tall, and despite her skinny frame, she stands seductively among others. Ezra is known as the goddess of war; she is brilliant in tactical strategies and military strategies. Her father, King Nar, left her in charge of his military army. She was trained in different combat skills. Despite her skills, she wasn't born with magical powers. She is popular with the Lucky kingdom citizens because she is caring and helpful to the citizens. Looks can be deceiving when it comes to Ezra; she is genuinely adventurous and very ambitious; she is fearless and intelligent.

Celine, is not an ordinary werewolf. She is constantly locked away and hidden and eventually sold. When the pack that buys her kidnaps the prince, Celine finally finds her escape. She uncovers that she does have a wolf, but it was shielded with magic, and not only that but she's a hybrid. The king and prince feel like there is more to her. There's constantly a strong sense of magic, and enchantment around her. King Sebastian is shocked to find out she is his mate, and vows to protect her, only that becomes hard when they uncover, Celine is in fact the missing Queen Goddess. She's not just a werewolf, but a fae, mermaid and everything else combined into one. That though isn't Sebast

“What did he mean, those rumors?” She lifted her eyes to mine, and for a moment, I saw a flicker of old pain in them. “The rumors are false. I never dabbled in dark magic. I was a devoted priestess, one of seven who served under the High Priestess herself. She favored me the most, though I never sought it. I was… different. The Moon Goddess spoke to me more clearly than she did to the High Priestess at times. I could see visions, messages, warnings, fragments of what was to come. Even the High Priestess leaned on me, though she rarely admitted it.” Her voice tightened, her hands clenching in her lap. “It was I who first saw the prophecy of the union between the two packs. But when I told her

"I don’t need to rewrite the world. I need to break the chains you’ve put on it. The Goddess’s will wasn’t to silence the wolves. It wasn’t to create a hierarchy of bloodlines. It was to unite us, to give us strength, to allow us to stand together." The High Priestess’s expression faltered for a split second—just long enough for Sena to see the crack in the Temple’s façade. "You don’t understand," the High Priestess said, her voice quieter now, but still filled with disdain. "You’ve only seen what we’ve allowed you to see. The Temple’s rule was built on the Goddess’s power. We were meant to serve her, to guide the wolves, to protect them from their own weaknesses." "Protect them?" Sena shook