Grand Priest Novels & Stories

She turned, shoulders shaking, ready to storm out— And froze. Her entire body went rigid, and when I turned to look toward the entrance of the hall, I understood why. An older man around my grandmothers age, stood there, his presence commanding, ethereal. A dedicated priest of the Moon Goddess, cloaked in the same colors of the moon phases, the faint shimmer of ancient power surrounding him. There were only a handful of priests left from the Ancestral Howls Pack. And from the look on my grandmother’s face, it was as if she had seen a ghost.

... The voice struck like lightning, silencing the hall. All eyes turned to the entrance, where an elderly man stood, leaning on a cane. Rupert Pittman stood tall, flanked by a group of bodyguards. His sharp gaze swept the room, softening with anguish when it landed on me. "Grandpa!" I cried out. Five years had aged him, his hair now fully gray, but his commanding presence hadn't dimmed. "Rupert?" Tessa gasped, the stick slipping from her hand and clattering to the floor.

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.'

We were the only ones who knew that the man blessing the bread at the head of the table was the same one who had tried to rot our son's soul. "He is coming," Killian whispered, his voice a low vibration beneath the sound of the violins. The High Priest arrived late, draped in robes of white silk that seemed to glow in the candlelight. He carried a silver censer that released thick, sweet clouds of lavender smoke. As he approached the dais, the scent hit me: a cloying, artificial floral note that failed to mask the underlying stench of wet earth and decaying meat. "Your Majesties," the High Priest said, bowing with a grace that felt entirely too practiced. "The pack is blessed to see the fami

It was obvious he hadn't had good food in a while. "Who are you, and to what do we owe this visit?" Adam asked, and the man took a sip of his juice and smiled at Adam respectfully. "My name is Zacharia Ashbreed. I am the grand wizard and son of the high priestess of the Wind and Earth coven of Stadia," he said with pride, and we remained silent.

At this moment, the initially rowdy disciples of Martial Mountain became quiet simultaneously. A withered and wizened old priest rode the wind, his body floated above the scene. "Master, Grandmaster, Great-Grandmaster." After the disciples had seen the old priest, they all saluted. Looking at the withered and wizened old priest who still had a healthy complexion, the Master of Heaven's Gate let out a grunt. "You are still alive indeed, you old coot," the Master of Heaven's Gate spoke calmly. "You dare to disrespect the Great-Grandmaster," a disciple scolded angrily!

~~(Black)~~ I stood in the center of the Great Hall. The air was heavy with burning sage and cold stone. My father, the Grand Alpha, stood to my left. And right across from us, the High Priest sat on his throne of twisted iron. He was the one who controlled the spirits. He was the one who could make me a King. "The plan has changed," I said. My voice echoed against the high ceiling. The High Priest looked up. His eyes were milky white, blind to the world but seeing everything else. "Changed? The ritual is set in stone, Black. What has happened?"

I ended the call and rested on my chair. Then, I called my high priest, actually he is the best wizard and I call him the highest priest because he he is among those wizards whose rituals and the magic was never harmful for the human kind. His family has been serving me for a such a long time and has always been loyal to me and my subjects. I still remember his ancestors who served me. In this long and frustrating life, the 27 males from his generation line has served me. The high priest or I can say wizard, Gillaj, is the 28th one serving me. It was because of him, I got to know about the cure of my sacrifice.

Zayn stomped harshly, instantly making a large pit on the ground. His figure rose from the ground and leaped into the air, then he dashed towards the group of people like a meteor. “Grand… Grandmaster!” Weiner was shocked, he knew this aura too well. It was because they always felt it on the body of their father, Carlos Stoermer, but… Zayn Stoermer had become a Grandmaster. How was it possible? “36 Heavenly Spirits! Get into formation!”

“Please save Chase, Grandpa.” “You overestimate me, Ann. Master Farley is a peak meridian-opening master, which is also known as a midway true master!”