Grand Priest Novels & Stories

I wasn’t sure what else I heard but the confusion that set in. “That’s what I wanted to tell you about.” He released me again and nervously paced gripping his hair as he walked. “I knew the High Priestess was going crazy and all of you needed to be freed for her. I mean have you realized that you are the last new priestesses?” “I have but I’m not actually with my cross-bread situation.” “Stop calling yourself that.” He gritted his fists and I knew this time he was commanding me. It angered me he was using his power over me.

"She is not the Moon Goddess. She is a misled girl with a vendetta about something that happened thousands of years ago. She is a girl with powers she doesn't understand and powers she refuses to use for good. Had the Church not tempted Damian with the map, had they not given it to Romero for safe keeping during the war–going against their own allies–none of this would be happening." "Mom, how do you know all of this?" Grace was sickly pale, her eyes wide. She had come into this trying to wear us down, and Mom had been in on her grand scheme the entire time. Grace was the High Priestess. She was part of the High Elder Council. She was the head of the Church. How could this possibly be? "Wher

He stopped just a few meters away from me and that’s when i realized that this man is the same man I saw in the mall. “Hello, priestess.” His voice sent shivers all over my body. His voice is deep and cold, though I can’t see his face I can feel his smirk while straigy looking at me in the eyes. Priestess. I have no idea why he keeps on calling me priestess. What’s wrong him? ”Who are you?” He laughed. “You guess.”