High Priestess Guardians Of The Galaxy Novels & Stories

I clear my throat quietly and bring myself to focus as she repeats herself once more. “Alpha Wade,” she says slowly, making sure I am paying attention this time. “I, Aliauna Fletcher, 115th Guardian of the Guardian sect, bind myself to you. It is my honor and my mission to protect you at all costs, My life is forfeit if it means that you may survive. My blade and my body are weapons for you to use as protection. I am your shield, your sword, and your confidant.” She takes the stone dagger off the pillow between us and she lifts it up to the sky.

Chase thought for a moment and decided to answer truthfully. "Oh, the Glazed Kingdom still exists? You should've met the king, then?" The woman turned her head, though her emotions remained unreadable. "No. Who are you, though?" Chase frowned. The four guardians were formed when four generals used their bodies to seal the demon race. Could this woman be one of those four generals? "General Nefarious Moon, Millie Scovel." The woman answered without hesitation, then continued, "Since you've freed me, I'll repay you."

Where they beyond saving? “What is your new order? Miranda. Reason with me. If you won’t give me the artifacts to give the Lords then reason with me. Tell me what it is you mean to do. What will the guardians do?” “I will not tell you, I will not give you anything. I want only Sacha. I want you dead, and want out of this place!” He had never heard of a Guardian going mad. She had told me all I needed to know and Sacha would not survive it.

So, she made a pact with the Moon Triad that, upon choosing another mate and after marking him, she would feel no bond with her fated mate, severing any relationship or celestial tie. In exchange for her request, she would train her first daughter to be the Moon High Priestess, who was compelled for life to serve the triad on earth. My cousin Diana will become the Moon High Priestess when she turns twenty-one. Her function will be the portal between our world and that of the spirits and will have the power of healing. She cannot have a family, nor will he be able to have a fated mate, nor will he know that kind of love. That’s pretty sad to me, actually. Why will the triad continue to engage

I command, my voice a quiet, catastrophic density. The sentries arrive moments later, dragging a small, gaunt woman between them. She is wrapped in the grey, threadbare robes of a pre-Pulse scholar, her face a web of deep, jagged scars that suggest she has spent a lifetime hiding in the vents of this mountain. She doesn't scream, and she doesn't plead. She simply stares at me with eyes that are as colorless and sharp as broken glass. "You are the High Priestess," the woman says, her voice a dry, rasping whisper that carries a hint of ancient, familiar cadence. "You are the one who burned the servers."

“Teacher, you gave me my life. Where would I be if it weren’t for you? No matter who I am now, I will always be your disciple and your daughter. Thus, I should bow to you.” “Oh, you!” Ophelia smiled bitterly and did not know what to say. She was hurt by a man when she was young, so she decided to focus on martial arts. Now, she was still alone a thousand years later. Gamora was Ophelia’s pride in this life. When Ophelia found Gamora hundreds of years ago, she was still a baby. Not only did Ophelia raise Gamora into a high priestess of the Lunar Palace, Gamora even became the empress after that.

“These are the wolves we once feared, Clan Leaders. And look at them now. They will be our slaves, nothing more. Roll it down!” I heard the rustling of cloth from above and looked up to see something being unfurled from the upper floor window. “Jean Sanguinite has returned to us. I sent you the message with the prophecy. Our Queen has returned. She will lead us back into our golden era! It is because of her we have been able to subdue these animals! The Nelo Clan pledges its allegiance to her.” His declaration spurs shouts from the men standing on the edges of the battlefield.

she said, making me frown. "Who protects them?" I asked, this all seemed like they got the shorter end of the stick. Having to protect everything but not yourself? "Me" she said and I grew confused and more worried, she needed to elaborate, and quick. "The priestess of the coven is the most powerful, with the ability to control all four elements, not one like they do. And with the right amount of training, I can weaponize the elements" she said but that only made me worry a lot more than I already was.

My cousin had run away! *** [Gwyneth] In the lycan territory… Half of my body was submerged beneath the sacred waters, my eyes closed as the High Priestess stood before me, whispering ancient prayers. On the shore, my mother, the Queen, watched in silence, her hands clasped together as she offered prayers of her own, lending me every ounce of spiritual strength she possessed. “In the name of the God of War and the Moon Goddess, awaken this child’s forgotten past. We offer our spirits and our lives in exchange for Your divine blessing.”

It erupted from the deepest underground core of the temple, a pillar of ancient brilliance that shot toward the heavens and tore through the amethyst clouds. The meadow beneath us split open, not into a chasm of darkness, but into a well of shimmering, crystalline water. From the heart of the light, a towering, translucent spirit figure began to rise into the sky. She was beautiful and terrifying, a woman made of starlight and ancient memory, her robes flowing like the tides of the first ocean. This was the First Guardian—the original creator of the ancient seal, the architect of the world's balance. She rose with a silent majesty that demanded the submission of the universe itself.