Goblin Slayer X Priestess Novels & Stories

They passionately stared at Ares, who transformed into a human form. "It's really the High Priest! It turns out that the High Priest is a dragon! No wonder he can predict the Holy Maiden! He and the Holy Maiden are a match made in heaven!" "What Klaus? What Orion? No matter how exceptional they are, they are no match for a dragon! Holy Maiden, they probably found out the Dragon Clan was coming and chickened out!" Some excited Beastfolk had already started jumping to conclusions. I watched and did not stop them. I thought, 'Aren't Klaus and the others waiting for me to beg them? Let us see who begs whom.'

I grabbed the alloyed metal shard, driving it straight upward into the center of the priestess’s star-silver mask. The alloyed tip pierced the metal with a sickening crunch. The priestess froze, her empty violet sockets widening as the disrupted magic inside her own body turned inward. She didn't bleed crimson; instead, a volatile, liquid purple fire erupted from the wound, consuming her tattered robes in a matter of seconds until nothing but a pile of silver ash remained on the stone. The remaining Coven zealots instantly shrieked, their synchronized connection broken as their leader dissolved. They scrambled back into the dark mouth of the lower faults, their melodic chanting fading into a

My cousin had run away! *** [Gwyneth] In the lycan territory… Half of my body was submerged beneath the sacred waters, my eyes closed as the High Priestess stood before me, whispering ancient prayers. On the shore, my mother, the Queen, watched in silence, her hands clasped together as she offered prayers of her own, lending me every ounce of spiritual strength she possessed. “In the name of the God of War and the Moon Goddess, awaken this child’s forgotten past. We offer our spirits and our lives in exchange for Your divine blessing.”

"Who’s there? The inner courtyard is restricted after midnight." ​An old woman stepped out from beneath the low-hanging branches. She was incredibly frail, her body hunched over a gnarled wooden staff. She wore the ancient, faded white robes of a Moon Priestess—an order of spiritual guides that had mostly gone extinct after the Crimson Dominion centralized the temples under royal control. Her face was a roadmap of deep wrinkles, but her eyes were completely white, clouded over with cataracts, yet they seemed to look straight through Seraphina’s skin. ​"The wolves of this age look only at the dirt," the old priestess whispered, her blind eyes fixed precisely on Seraphina’s face. "They see a w

I blessed the knife and with all my might, I impaled the pup. From down the hallway, a terrifying wail cut through burst through the wall literally. The sorcerer had just lost its elixir. “How dare you?!” he roared. “I will kill you all.” I heard a sound of something crashing through the hallway, rushing towards me. I peered into the darkness and I saw what looked like wolves but more hideous. It was rushing towards me faster and faster. It cracked the door frames bursting into room I was in. It growled at me. I stepped back. I was not supposed to fight as a priest. I was supposed to be able to make any creature heel without having to sweat. Pity how the goddess omitted that.

Hunters burst into the cave seconds later dressed in black armor marked with silver moon symbols. Moon Hunters. Executioners. And standing at the center of them— Priestess Selene. Her silver robes moved wildly in the ocean wind while glowing symbols burned faintly across her skin. She looked calm. Too calm. Like she already knew how this would end. Gabriel stepped forward slowly. Danger rolled off him instantly. “You should’ve stayed in Moonridge.” Selene’s expression never changed. “You chose the cursed girl over your own kind.” Gabriel’s jaw hardened. “She’s not cursed.”

They have no choice but to fight. “They’re too many. What are we going to do now?” Cybelle mumbled while summoning her double sword. “Angelo, stay by my side.” Angelo hummed while trembling because he never seen that kind of creature in his entire life. Goblin is an evil creature. Their appearance is almost small like dwarfs, and outright malicious, with hairy skin in green color, having sharp and long ears, big mouth and crooked sharp teeth—in short, ugly. They like to steal weapons, especially gold and jewelry, and any things that can be useful. Also, goblins like to kidnap girls as their plaything, torturing them until they die. They are more cunning than humans, but they are also a cowar

He said a little breathless. "We should be starting the ritual now." The priest bowed to him and moved to stand before the statue but not before stealing a glance at me. There was something going on with the priest. Maybe he recognised me but again, I was meeting him for the first time ever. The priest was holding a large copper chalice with intricate designs on it, which was half filled with a mysterious liquid. "I summon the Alpha king, entitled to the throne of the werewolf Kingdom, to commence the rituals of the blood oath here, before the mother moon goddess." The priest announced and the king made his way to him.

“Then fight back. We’ll win this together.” Our bond flared again, faint but there, like a promise the darkness couldn’t erase. “Gabriel!” Jace’s voice snapped my head up. He stood at the ready, blade flashing. “Incoming!” The tent flap rustled violently as if pushed by a storm. And then she was there. The priestess. She stepped inside like the shadows had carried her, her form solid and whole, no longer weakened. Her eyes glowed like embers, her smile dripping venom. The air bent around her presence, suffocating, undeniable.

It was ironic, she almost thought bitterly with annoyance. This priestess was as strong as Priestess Nehes. She had a lot of destructive spells in her naked body. And before she knew it, the priestess conjured a whole lot of scorpions. It seemed that the entire floor was covered by them. These were all coming fast to her and Zadi and were going to attack them in a split second! She caught Zadi by the arm and jumped over to the coffin wherein the priestess’ lover was laid inside. The witch priestess was so furious at the invaders, as to stand over the coffin she considered sacred was blasphemy!