Goblin Slayer X Priestess Novels & Stories

“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.

“Hey Xander, I have the guys on the way.” “Jackson, I was approached as I was leaving by two goons that are working with some witch, a…” I look over at Maeve to get her position. “A High Priestess.” “A High Priestess. Anyway, they have been stunned and are standing on the sidewalk. I doubt they will be there when our guys get there, but they need to keep an eye out for them. If they see them, they need to eliminate them. They are a potential threat to our pack and they are definitely a threat to us getting this spell on Rich broken.”

The image faded as she reached a well and called out into it, her hand still cupped around her mouth as the slimy head of a huge salamander appeared, and soon the center of the table showed nothing again but milky clouds. Luck leaned back and laughed. "A priestess of Erinlin? How novel." "Oh, but it has surprised me," Love said, twirling a finger through raven hair. "I had forgotten that cult of yours still existed." Death allowed herself one of her small closed-off smiles, and nobody commented that, in the great game of Life, one did not forget.

My beautiful baby was slipping away. “Asher…” I whispered, my voice barely audible. “The baby…” “Don’t say that,” he choked out, shaking his head fiercely. “Don’t. We’ll fix this. The priestess is helping. Just hold on.” But I knew. I saw it in the priestess’s eyes, in the tremble of her hands despite her effort to stay composed. I knew my body had already made the decision for me. The priestess’s hands glowed faintly as she worked, her murmurs steady and rhythmic, drawing on every ounce of her power to stabilize what remained.

After all, our priests had always used it in purification rituals for the pack. The islanders began breeding Reveira Frogs and cultivating Valerian Octornia. They were busier than ever, but their smiles were brighter, their laughter more frequent. I purchased another island, setting up a company and factories under my human identity. Orders flooded in from every corner of the world, and the wealth in my hands multiplied. With it, the werewolf pack flourished. I bought more islands. Built schools. Developed infrastructure. Improved the quality of life for our people.

The ground itself had grown fangs calcium pillars oozing with black ichor. A single priestess stood at the lip, hair covered in salt white. She held a silver bowl and invoked the goddess. "Mother Luna! Grant mercy!" She filled the void with consecrated milk. It spat, went grey, and a claw burst up from the pit boneless, wet, glossy as black-polished obsidian. It grasped the priestess around the waist and pulled her into the darkness. Her cry lasted seven respirations before it ended in a sloppy pop. Higher up the slope, survivors crawled hand and knee, bloodshot eyes, swollen tongues, weeping for mothers long dead. The hillside split and a tidal wave of brine washed them into the canyon like

“For your troubles, you will find that the contents of this pouch are more than sufficient to cover her cost, since I’m in a benevolent mood, you can have it but note this I will have the girl whether you accept the coins or not.” The head guard’s eyes widened in astonishment, as he counted the coins, he had never seen that number of gold coins in his life, the coins was way more than what the girl was worth, she was a mere human after all, but before he could speak Prince Damien silenced him dismissively. “Now what will it be?” “Your highness, I assure you that your generosity is well appreciated, but this woman is not like others, she is strong willed and defiant, she will not bend easily

"I already know who you all are and what they used to threaten, and i also know those that betrayed us willingly out of greed,so am going to count to three, and before I finish counting, step out from where you are hiding, else you will be beheaded on the spot one....." She said with a Stern voice not hiding her her anger, after seeing how angry she is and how serious she looks, it is certain that there will be bloodshed if they did not come out, out of their own will. Eight werewolves,two dragons and a fairy stepped out trembling, including the apprentice of the Royal physician; they all got out because they know how powerful the priestess is, the power she wields is not something they woul

The chandeliers above us swayed ominously, and I heard the distinct sound of glass cracking. Every eye in the room turned to me, a mixture of fear and awe in their gazes. I could see my reflection in the polished marble floor - my eyes glowing with an otherworldly silver light, my hair floating around me as if caught in an invisible breeze. "I am not a prize to be won," I snarled, advancing on Mason and Ethan. They both took an involuntary step back, their faces a mixture of shock and something that looked unsettlingly like hunger. "I am not a piece of property to be fought over or claimed. I am a person - a Luna Priestess - and I refuse to be part of this barbaric display of male ego!"

The Nexus, now destabilized and deprived of its smooth flow, was screaming, making the very air vibrate. The fighting was immediate and frantic. Ronan was a dark, magnificent blur, his focus absolute as he tore through the remaining Wielders attacking us. Drax and the scouts were holding the line admirably at the perimeter, their fierce shouts a constant, muffled background noise. But the true danger emerged directly from the smoke and rubble, the Shadow Wielder High Priestess. She was older, her face a mask of chilling fanaticism, and she wielded Shadow magic with a refined, horrifying power that dwarfed every Wielder we had faced.