High Priestess Guardians Of The Galaxy Novels & Stories

Floating above it was the first Tether—a geometric crystal the size of a boulder, pulsing like a dark, mechanical heart. Circling the altar were twelve High Priests. They weren't wearing mud and bone like the foot soldiers outside; they wore intricate robes of spun gold and black silk. "Intruders!" the lead Priest hissed, his eyes entirely black. "You dare defile the sanctuary of the Architects?" I raised my hand, the magma core in my chest already rumbling to life. "I don't defile sanctuaries. I incinerate them." "Wait, Elena," Killian murmured, his golden eyes narrowing as he looked past the priests, toward a massive, gaping pit directly behind the altar. "They aren't trying to fight us. T

Selene hovered nearby, her violet glow steady, her spectral form a beacon of wisdom. Lucas sat on a glowing spire, his body mended, his grin fierce with trust. Bryan’s presence pulsed, his ghostly form vibrant, his hope a spark that lit the air. The weavers’ silhouettes—Sereth, Verath, Vorath, Sylvara, Caleth, Elyra, Aethra, Null, Auris, Veridias, Omnis, Nihil, Eternis, Liora, Verith, Vynia, faded into the starfield, their threads entwined with the nexus, their voices a distant hum: “You are our guardians.” Her mother’s spark within her glowed softly, a proud whisper: “Lead them, Jessica.” The guardian star’s light flickered, a call to action, summoning them to a distant world where a frayin

The vision shattered, replaced by another. A different time. A woman with kind eyes and my mother's strength stands in the same circle. She is a priestess, her hands outstretched to the moon. The stones glow with a soft, silver light. She smiles, and her voice is like a balm. "We are keepers of the balance, children of Selene. We protect the vessel, for she is the world's heart." The images flashed faster-a schism, a fight, blood spilled on the very stones I stood upon. The Keepers, protectors. The Shattered Moon, who believed the vessel's power was not to be protected, but to be consumed, harnessed for their own dominion.

Well, as safe as I could be in a supernatural space she brought me to. "The idiocy of it all. The guardians. Do you know who the guardians are? They are the most powerful witches and wizards in the world. I created the order of the guardians with one purpose. To protect the humans and witches alike! I gave them all the tools they needed. And what do they do after I'm gone? They allow a blessed ground to be turned into a school! The absurdity of such an action!" She fumed some more, still sitting there. Her voice hardly rose and her calmness even while being obviously angry was freaking the daylights out of me. "Blessed ground? What is a blessed ground?"

“Jaiyana, before you put it on, know this—you must never take it off. It is a protection, Beti, for what is to come.” Jaiyana tilted her head, her eyes wide and curious, reflecting back the solemnity in Padma’s gaze. “What… what is to come?” she whispered, the weight of the necklace pressing insistently against her palm. Padma’s expression softened, but the intensity in her eyes never wavered. “There is more I must tell you. I am what is known as a Moon Reader—a lineage perhaps best described as witches, though we are much more than that. We have been waiting, in earnest, for the return of Durga’s spirit. And I believe… Beti, I believe she has chosen you to be her vessel.”

"I was searching for the Pure too." "Why?" I asked leaning forward. She took a deep breath. "I'm a priestess of the Moon Goddess. My master informed me the Pure had been born and I needed to protect her." Nicolas's curiosity deepened. "What made you suspect Iris?" Gina's eyes locked onto mine.

"What is this?" Giselle asked. "It...it's a protection shield. No one can break it, so as long as we're in, he can not harm us." Nathan said, looking stupefied. "What if he attacks the shield?" Max asked. "He cannot reach the shield. It will repel him. This is a level seven shield, and only the heavenly beings have the power to create this. Who is she?" Nathan asked, looking impressed. "She's our sister. An omega wolf." Gia replied proudly while Nathan laughed.

His posture was straight and his face unreadable, but I could feel the tension radiating from him like a storm. Beside him was my mother whose hands were clasped tightly in front of her, her lips moving silently as if she was praying. In front of me was the High Priestess. Her white robes flowed like mist, silver markings painted across her forehead. Her eyes were distant, as though she was already halfway in another realm. She raised her arms slowly and the crowd lowered into silence immediately. Her voice rang out, sharp and sacred. “Tonight, we stand beneath the gaze of the Moon Goddess tonight to bless our future leader.” She turned toward me. “Elias Thorne of Silverhaven Pack…”

” I lectured. ”Noted.” she said then pouts. I was about to talk when the waitress came back with our orders and without wasting any second, we started to eat and some talks. I was enjoying the food and our talk when I hear a voice. ‘Priestess...’ I automatically looked around to find any suspicious person but nothing. Not until my eyes went to a figure of a man wearing a black coat that seems like it was from a magazine that feautures the Victorian style of clothing, his hat that covers half of his face only showing the tip of his nose and his lips. But what caught me off-guard is his creepy smile that sent shivers to my whole body. Then he said the word... ’Priestess’

Elize and Gavin are leaving. There were more shooters than Elize knew wasn't Dark Phoenix. "They don't belong to Dark Phoenix," said Elize. "Well, who are these people?" asked Gavin. "Who else?" replied Elize. Elize pulled Gavin inside the large warehouse. Elize was looking for weapons and anything they might use. Gavin did as well. Elize pulled Gavin back of that big steel box. "They are too many," Gavin said. "What sort of person are they? What do they think of me, Superwoman?" Elize said gently. "They've got lots of henchmen."