Guardian Of The Galaxy High Priestess Novels & Stories

Lord Alpha Theron roars from the steps above, shoving through the gathered crowd. His own cloak flares about behind him as Beta Garren and guards march on either sides beside him with their weapons all drawn out of their sheaths. “There is no trick,” the High Priestess says, not being intimidated at all by the Lord Alpha's anger. “The Goddess’s light does not lie.” “She’s a no name,” Beta Garren snaps. "Born of a washmaid and a drunk who left before her third birthday. She has no claim to anything, much less them.”

“That’s my, uhm…that’s my grandma’s name.” I nodded as I lowered my underwear and my bare pussy greeted his face on the other side of the bed. “Is she an Alpha too?” His throat bobbed in answer, or maybe in reaction. “She’s the current High Priestess. Didn’t Melissa tell you that?” He ran his palm across the bed to smoothen the sheets before treading towards me. I clemently shook my head as I looked up to him, still towering with his six-foot height over my 5’4 one.

Suddenly, the ground in front of Harper exploded. A figure rose from the sand, a woman in flowing crimson silk, her skin as pale as marble and covered in glowing purple veins. She didn't wear tech. She didn't need it. She was High Priestess Xanthe, the one who had taken over after Malakai was crushed. Xanthe raised her hands, and the desert sand rose with them. The sand solidified in mid-air, turning into razor-sharp shards of glass, propelled by her psychic fury. "Architect's chosen..." Xanthe stared at Harper’s hidden mech. "You dare to touch the sacred star?"

Cora hissed as we walked through the foyer and found ourselves in a palatial open place with a beautiful tree in the very middle and a sprawling carpeted staircase in front that lead to the upper level. “Welcome to the Palace Of Priestess,” Sabrina smiled. “What is this place?” I asked, gawking around. “It’s a place where all the High Priestesses over the centuries have lived. High Priestesses are the guards to the magic realm. The Palace is centuries old, give or take and is not for everyone to see or visit. You can only see it when you are meant to see it. Magic has its own enemies and dark ones beyond our understanding. And the High Priestess is an extremely integral entity of our world.

The pack priestess stood at the entrance of my cold, dark cell with a grim expression that spoke a lot of volumes. "Greetings, priestess," I said, bowing my head respectfully despite the prickling fear dancing along my spine. At first, I was curious about the purpose of her visit but then, I started to suspect that she was the one behind the flyer incident. The old woman ignored my greetings and approached me. At that moment, I couldn't help but wish I wasn't tied up. From what I had heard, Fawn's great-grandmother was one of the most powerful priestesses in the entire Wysteria continent.

The only one I’m not looking forward to seeing is my ex mate, Damien Carius. “My Luna, don’t forget who you are. You can command them all to do your bidding. You can get them into submission or they die.” I look at Eleanor in the mirror’s reflection. Eleanor is the high priestess who helped unbind Zarah. She stands behind me in her white ceremonial gown, her long hair braided with a silver sword strapped to her waist. I smile at her. She is also a warrior, the same as every adult in this pack. “Thank you Eleanor. I’m not worried about these pigs. Only one…”

Twenty guards materialized from camouflaging spells, crossbows leveled. “Identify yourself!” “Sophia Silvermane,” I called back, my voice carrying. “Luna of Black River. I am here to speak with the High Priestess Seraphine.” A stunned silence, followed by hurried whispers. One guard pressed a communication crystal to his ear. After a moment, he nodded, his expression shifting to something between awe and predatory glee. “The High Priestess says to bring you to her. Immediately.” They swarmed me. Detection spells washed over my body, seeking hidden weapons and active magic.

I had always been their protector, their leader. "I really want to find her, but... my people need me," I protested. "They will be in capable hands, the moon goddess is with the pack and anything that happens will be for good hopefully." the High Priestess reassured him. "This is a task that only you can accomplish. Only you Alpha Xander can find her!" she said to me as she then firmed a circle around me and turned numerous times.

"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

Hope you know that you are not permitted to be here my lady, sorry we due respect, go back to wherever you are coming from they wanted to push her away, she used her supernatural power and seized their hands I come in peace, she yelled at them and I'm Angela the great daughter of Octopus the great wizard in a little community called Place Of The Score" and I'm a priestess that was sent by the gods to this great kingdom Twilight Pack. She immediately released them and the guards were filled with great fear and couldn't even utter a word again. They tried running, but they couldn't escape rather, they pleaded for their dear lives and she forgave them. She ordered them to take her to his Majest