Novel & Cerita Guardian Of The Galaxy High Priestess

“You are supposed to be the great Coven mistress and you are playing servant with dogs.” “As opposed to being an abomination like you. One whom all the goddesses have turned from,” Fredja taunts her. “They didn't turn from me!” she snaps. “I turned from them. I don't need their useless gifts.” “Really? Is that why you are so desperate to get your hands on Natalie? A descendant of the goddess herself? Because you don't need their gifts? Seems a little contradictory don't you think?” “That power belongs to witches! TO ME! How could she have chosen a dog to pass it on to?”

I look back down as I lick my teeth with another growl as I get off the bitch and point at her. “You’re dead.” I snarl at her. “Nina, what did you do?” Asteria still has hold of me as she turns to face the siren. “Nothing, she attacked me.” she whimpers and I laugh and so does my dad. “Do you have any idea who she or he is?” Asteria points to me and my dad and the siren shakes her head. “She is Gaia, the Goddess of Hell and Harbinger of Death. He is Fenrir, her father. So I will ask you again. What. Did. You. Do?”

It looked like someone had left them burning for centuries. A quiet voice drifted from the shadows. “You came alone.” Olivia didn’t flinch. “You knew I would.” The High Priestess stepped forward. She was tall, thin, and ageless, her hair silver, her eyes dark and sharp. Her robe looked like it was woven from smoke. Every movement was controlled, calm, strategic, an executive who ran rituals like board meetings. “Olivia,” the priestess said softly, “you look tired.” “I’m done playing roles.” Olivia’s voice was low, steady. “I want out.”

not your witch side. When she came of ascending age, she realized she had more power than a normal Lycan witch. She harnessed that power and became the High Priestess of her original coven. When I met her, she was on her way to becoming Queen. She was doing what we thought was impossible. She was bringing the communities together. Lycan’s, witches, werewolves, and hybrids all living in one community. Working together. She did that. She was extraordinary woman, and I was lucky she was my mate. After her coronation there were some who were completely against what she was trying to create. My father was one of them. Being the Emperor of all lycans and werewolves, he felt like his rank was bein

He paused for a while, then continued to speak. "I work for an organization called the GOH,Guardians of the Hex. We fight all sort of bad, human and non human. We use advanced technology and combat to fight our enemies" he emphasized. Confusion struck me.I didn't know how to react. I felt proud of my father, I also felt angry at him for abandoning his family to save the world. As I lifted my gaze, I saw my father looking back at me, I smiled, hoping he could not see the anger within me as I was embarrassed to show my true feelings to people I hadn’t known that long.

A cold wind swept through the room, extinguishing the candles in the chandeliers. The crowd gasped, shrinking back. Standing in the doorway was a woman. She was tall and thin, draped in robes of sheer white gossamer that seemed to float around her. Her hair was silver, reaching the floor. Her eyes were covered by a strip of black silk. "The High Priestess," someone whispered in terror. "The Oraculum" My blood ran cold. The High Priestess of the Moon Goddess rarely left the Sacred Temple. She only appeared when a prophecy of great import was about to be delivered.

She had to tilt her head due to their height difference. “I did not see that coming either. It did not appear in my vision that she would return most of your powers, and she gave herself instead as the fountain of powers for her subjects. She is a very loving, selfless person I have ever known, Zadi. I cannot believe such as this elite seer will do it for you.” “Did you know any more elite seer, high priestess?” Zadi countered with a smile. The high priestess shook her head with a smile. It was true that she only knew one elite seer, and that was the youngest foreigner who was battling with Priestess Nehes right now.

Because she chose him for me. Because together, we threaten the lie you’ve been feeding the packs. From the shadows, another voice spoke. “You’re finally seeing it.” A figure stepped forward—cloaked, calm, smiling. I stiffened. “High Priestess Morwen,” I whispered. She inclined her head. “Alpha Selene.” The clearing erupted into chaos. The priestess of the Moon—guardian of sacred law—standing beside traitors. Liam growled low beside me. “You,” he said. “You orchestrated this.”

"I don’t want this future for you, darling. Please, leave the past in the past," my mom pleaded, her voice laced with desperation. "Mom, this is about me. I deserve to know," I argued, my chest tightening. She sighed, looking away as if trying to find an escape. "A High Priestess is a mystical, spiritual leader with unique abilities tied to the Moon Goddess. She is responsible for guiding, protecting, and balancing the energy within the werewolf pack. Unlike an Alpha, whose strength comes from physical power and leadership, a High Priestess wields spiritual and elemental power, often through rituals, visions, and…" She hesitated, swallowing hard.

"I don't understand, Chief Priestess. Why would you stop me from protecting our temple? This is my life! And you of all people know that!" "Heed not my words, but your heart, priestess. Will you still choose a lonely path or choose a powerful one?" she asked in a serious tone. "Shaman Temple will now resign you as the current priestess of our bloodline. I, the Chief Priestess of Shaman Temple, resign Gwyneth Hathaway as the Priestess of Shaman Temple," she declared. "You are no longer fit to lead my temple. For you let a man defy your sacred body!" she uttered, displeased.