Goblin Slayer X Priestess Novels & Stories

"I don’t want this future for you, darling. Please, leave the past in the past," my mom pleaded, her voice laced with desperation. "Mom, this is about me. I deserve to know," I argued, my chest tightening. She sighed, looking away as if trying to find an escape. "A High Priestess is a mystical, spiritual leader with unique abilities tied to the Moon Goddess. She is responsible for guiding, protecting, and balancing the energy within the werewolf pack. Unlike an Alpha, whose strength comes from physical power and leadership, a High Priestess wields spiritual and elemental power, often through rituals, visions, and…" She hesitated, swallowing hard.

Shaped her into the perfect weapon and the perfect sacrifice. But now his golden ticket was gone and he had no idea where to find her. "Keep trying," he ordered. "Use whatever spell you need. Blood magic, bone magic, I don't care. Find her." The priestess opened her mouth to respond but then her eyes went wide and she suddenly stood up. "My King, someone is..." Malgron felt it too. A presence. A powerful one. One that made even his ancient werewolf instincts scream danger. Oh no. Not him. Not today.

A group of two other adventures with a bronze plate around their neck stood before them seeming a little nervous. "We couldn't help but overhear you are taking the quest to clear the goblin nest." The male said. Xolvion could see he was a simple swordsman, owning shabby leather armour and a single long sword. "We are." Xolvion said, looking to his other companion. "Please, allow us to join your party and come with you." She suddenly blurted out, seeming almost despite. Xolvion took a good look at her, seeing she was a mage. He couldn't help but notice the look in both of their eyes and wondered what was going on.

Although nothing felt different from the surface, Zen could tell it was an area buff from his status report. “Is there anything else you’d like to know?” the tired priest yawned. Taking pity on the hardworking clergyman, Zen thanked him and bade him goodnight before leaving with Venedict in tow. The gears in his mind spun endlessly, thinking of ways to make the superstitious shamans relinquish their weapons. “Do you happen to know what a goblin shaman staff looks like?” he asked the warrior behind him. Venedict raised a brow. This should be common sense. Why would an adventurer ask such a question?

Now, I can really confirm that something’s fishy about this teo but i can’t also deny the fact that he kinda look familiar to me, I mean, maybe we bump into each other before or maybe I just saw him somewhere. With that thought, the image of the strange guy that I saw in the mall came back to me. I secretly scan this guy’s body structure. Now that I think about it, they have the same built but that’s impossible. Well, now that I am the “Campus Beauty” he might have known me, maybe one of my fans? or something? Forget about it. I rather think about vampires, werewolves, mermaids, priestess— Priestess It’s the second time that i heard this word today. What’s the meaning of this? Is this some k

Fuck! “My name is Kellina and I am the Crimson Priestess.”

A trace of ferocity and anger appeared on his face, which was covered with deep wrinkles and cysts. He got up and strode away from the altar. “Priestess, what are you doing?” When he saw that the priestess was killing his pets, Gargamel was exasperated. The priestess didn’t stop at all. Instead, she flew out from the sedan chair and stopped in front of the lowland, which was filled with corpses. She spread her arms, and a flash of brilliant white light suddenly erupted from her body as she glanced at the mountain of bodies that were piling up on the ground.

"The goddess did show me something about the killer you seek." My impatience flared. "Don’t tease me, priestess. Just tell me." Roy stepped forward, his voice pleading but respectful. "Please, we need to know." The priestess closed her eyes, her lips moving in a chant as the air around us grew thick with energy, charged with an ancient power. My instincts kicked in, warning me to be ready for whatever was about to come. "A shadow," the priestess intoned, her voice reverberating in the stillness. "Dark and powerful. A heart filled with rage. An arched sword in hand… The Demon Wolf. He is the one you seek."

His masked gaze was fixed on the far wall—as if he could see something through the marble. “Not what,” Kael murmured. “But who?” Ianthe’s eyes narrowed. “Already?” Ariadne stiffened. “He’s faster than expected.” Seraphine grabbed Alessia’s arm. “P-Princess?” Eryx stepped closer to his sister, sword drawn. “Mother, who are we talking about?” Ariadne crossed the room to a shelf and pulled out an old scroll bound in black ribbon. “A shadow priest,” she said. “One of the old gods’ chosen hunters.”