High Priestess Guardians Of The Galaxy Novels & Stories

The spirit beast remained near us too, silver flames glowing across its massive body while it growled toward the approaching fleet. It was protecting us. Protecting me. Again. Gabriel stepped closer to the edge of the ship, silver eyes locked on the woman in the crown. His expression turned dangerously cold. “Who is she?” Lucien’s jaw tightened slightly. “High Priestess Evelynn.” Even Lyra looked tense now. That terrified me. “Why does everybody suddenly look afraid?” Trevor asked nervously. “Because,” Seraphine said quietly, “that woman speaks directly for the Moon Temple.”

He led Seraphina through a series of antechambers until they reached a door covered in sigils that crawled and shimmered in the lamplight. The High Priestess waited there, her age impossible to guess—she could have been thirty, she could have been a thousand. She was flanked by two acolytes, both almost as tall as Kael, neither blinking. The Priestess bowed her head only a fraction. “Alpha Vittori. The Moon Goddess receives you.” “Show us the scene,” Kael said, not bothering with the pretense of reverence.

" Jared looked at his friend as though he had said something strange, something foreign. This was the first time he was calling her by her name. He always referred to her as the girl, that nuisance, that crazy woman… he was even surprised he knew her name. "She’s not there yet. I believe some guards were sent to get her." Rael gave a curt nod. It was as though her impending death had made her finally worth acknowledging, but only just. … As Alpha Rael approached the shrine, the temperature plummeted. The High Priestess stood infront of the the shrine, cloaked in a glistening white gown, her long stick supporting her frail body. She was in her eighties, and her hair had turned pure silver. He

“Don't you talk to my mom like that Raphaella r I swear I'll…” “Silence Juliana” Isabella ordered, Juliana bit her lips furiously and held her tongue. Isabella stood up from her seat calmly and smiled up at Raphaella. Raphaella hated the guts of this woman so much, and her crazy Barbie wannabe daughter… They were both gold diggers, and they came to reap what they did not sow. “Your new bodyguard will soon be here,” Isabella informed Raphaella, gasping. How dare she?..

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.

His aura exuded authority, and his dedication was unwavering. Not far from the training field, the guardians were gathered. The Fae Guardian, Hazel sat cross-legged, her hands glowing with a soft green light as she channeled energy from the earth. Leira and Kael stood beside her, their expressions serious as they strategized. The Witch Guardian, Clara stood with Veronica, her hands crackling with sparks of magic as she honed her abilities. Rain worked closely with the Fae warriors, guiding them in their unique elemental powers.

“At first you were just collateral damage. We needed Vickus to help us get rid of Crystal Rose…then we found out you were hiding their coven members here, so we changed our plan.” “We weren’t hiding them. They showed up here when your high priestess saw the future. They came to help.” “The high priestess,” the witch scoffs. “She used to be part of Crystal Rose. So was Fiona, the high priestess before her, and so is Willow, the next high priestess. They let Crystal Rose do whatever they like to the rest of us. She is supposed to take care of all of us, be everyone’s priestess, but all she ever cares about is Daniel Jones and her old coven.”

“Get straight to the point, Soraya. Don’t test my patience.” Her head lifted slightly, but her eyes never met mine. They stayed lowered, as if afraid the truth itself would strike her dead. She drew in a ragged breath. “Long ago, when the Moon Goddess still walked among us, she had a circle of chosen servants called the Guardians. They were each gifted powers—beauty, healing, strength, eternal youth. Gifts meant to serve her and maintain balance between wolves and humans. But one of them… one named Milandra… grew jealous.”

My eyes widened in shock to see the High Priestess of Preousia in front of me. The High Priestess is truly stunning. No words can describe her ethereal beauty. Her hair is as bright as the moon, and it reaches all the way down to her waist. She wears a gold crown with a spherical pattern in the center. She's also wearing a satin cape and an arm bracelet in the shape of a crescent moon. "I am Thalia, the High Priestess of Preousia," she said. "I have heard of your misfortune, my dear Luna, and fear not, for I will offer my help for which I will ask nothing in return," the High Priestess added with grace.

“Nalia.” Tyler stiffened. “What do you mean?” “She’s a guardian,” Grammy whispered. “Just like Koa.” Cheyenne’s breath caught. “She was made to protect something sacred—hidden deep, older than blood or flame. Something that will wake. Something only the guardians can face.” Grammy blinked rapidly, returning to herself with a faint gasp, her hand flying to her chest. Cheyenne was already at her side, steadying her. “Grammy—what did you see?”